Seven months I've waited;
All signs of love belated,
And now this fateful day has come.
So when you look into my eyes
I hope you wont despise
My attempts
At capturing your fleeing heart
But by the day's end we will part,
And I'll be alone.
(At being held in your embrace,
But soon I'll miss your charm and grace;
I'll be alone.)
My chance to act is slipping away, with every day,
So please let me know if I've got a shot
At capturing your fleeing heart,
But by the day's end, we will part.
Nine cups with friends from better days;
Our laughter echos through the haze,
And I hear your voice.
So when I sleep alone tonight
I'll sober-up and hold you tight
In my mind.
And reminisce of the golden sand, that time we ran,
And that lonesome little orange that left your hand,
Or slender blades of grass that you called souvenirs;
The soft and playful melodies your voice brought to my ears.
My chance to act is slipping away, with every day,
So please let me know if I've got a shot
At capturing your fleeing heart,
But by the day's end, we will part.
So when my conscience leaves me,
And the world's not what it seems,
I can only hope that you will love me in my dreams.
Yes when my conscience leaves me,
And the world's not what it seems,
I can only hope that you will love me in my dreams.