I call you from the station But you don't have the time The time is tickling closer To the end of the line
How can I trust the feelings In a telephone call The road keeps getting longer But there's no signs at all
I can formulate a plan to keep You quiet and appeased Something in me tells me There are no guarantees
You fought for my attention I was always around Resignation's not a feeling So it don't really count
When my fun is ending You will finally smile But a future life with you Would be a life of denial
Part of your deception Is a comforting pose You wear me down with reassurance That you'll keep me in tow
Living on installment's Not a permanent plan How many times have I been promised That you'll do what you can
Should I beg for your forgiveness At the top of the hour Does it even really matter If the taste is so sour
I call you from the station You call me from the station Your line was busy You won't listenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
