all the words i had been practicing
grew tired of me early and wandered off
so many thoughts, but i never said a thing
wondering how this would all turn out.
now and then i am led to believe
that you hear me and you listen and you care
all these times i'm unwilling to see
you only keep me close when you are scared.
can you tell me how this all turns out -
will we let the season carelessly unspool?
i can tell you how it all turns out -
i will let myself go just like a fool.
now and then i am led to believe
that you hear me and you listen and you care
all these times i'm unwilling to see
you only keep me close when you are scared.
but time will have its way with you
and i might get it too
time will have its way with you
and that doesn't disagree with me.
time will have its way with you
and i might get it too
time will have its way with you
just like the faces in your stories
and all the loves that you have casually denied
just like your mother and your father
and all the tongues that you have tied
just like the tongues that you have tied.