You need time to
think on it
and I know that I’ve
made a mistake
if love is ending
this way
when it was supposed
to be great but
it just takes and it
takes and it takes
and it takes
there’s not
much left anyway
so I lie awake and I
break and I ache
and I ache.
There’s a timer
counting down
I should make an
escape
if love keeps ending
this way
when it was supposed
to be great but
it just ticks and it
ticks and it ticks
and it ticks
there’s not
much time anyway
so I run late from
the hate and I wait
and I wait.
If there’s a
chance I could turn round
as if running was my
only mistake
if love keeps ending
this way
when it was supposed
to be great and
we just talk and we
talk and we talk
and we talk
there’s not
much left to say
so we lie awake and
we break ‘cos we made
a mistake.
