I knew I'd get like this again.
That's why I try to keep at bay,
be a hundred percent when I'm with you,
and then a perfect heart's length away.
The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong,
you never promised me anything,
even sat me down, warned me just how they fall;
I knew the odds were I'd never win,
yet here I am...
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It's a half life
with you as my quarterback,
a daft life.
My self-worth measured in text back tempo,
it's been two days and eight minutes too slow.
Well, there may be others, but I still like to pretend,
that I'm the one you really want to grow old with.
I've got a schedule to stick to, got a world to keep sweet.
You're so much to everyone all the time.
Will it ever slow down? Will I ever come first?
The universe contracts to sigh...
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Hold me, darling,
hold me, darling, please.
You know you'll never be lonely, no,
you'll always be loved,
and maybe you'll never need more than that.
But for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us?
Does it even register on your conscience?
Long for one last showdown from a box in a crowd,
air compressed tight to explode.
I'm clenching my ticket to the only way out
as you disappear in a puff of smoke.
YOU KNOW WHAT?!
I knew I'd get like this again. That's why I try to keep at bay, be a hundred percent when I'm with you, and then a perfect heart's length away.
The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong, you never promised me anything, even sat me down, warned me just how they fall; I knew the odds were I'd never win, yet here I am...
chorus It's a half life with you as my quarterback, a daft life.
My self-worth measured in text back tempo, it's been two days and eight minutes too slow. Well, there may be others, but I still like to pretend, that I'm the one you really want to grow old with.
I've got a schedule to stick to, got a world to keep sweet. You're so much to everyone all the time. Will it ever slow down? Will I ever come first? The universe contracts to sigh...
chorus
Hold me, darling, hold me, darling, please.
You know you'll never be lonely, no, you'll always be loved, and maybe you'll never need more than that. But for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us? Does it even register on your conscience?
Long for one last showdown from a box in a crowd, air compressed tight to explode. I'm clenching my ticket to the only way out as you disappear in a puff of smoke.
chorus
THOSE ARE THE LYRICS. THERE.