In a month of Sundays
Tell me how I feel,
We could start to orbit and
Reinvent the wheel

Scare my living daylights
Take a bite of me,
We could climb a mountain,
Stare into the sea

Alright, I said it’s over!
I could be standing here with you
Instead of hanging on for
Someone I barely knew.

When all is said and over,
I’ll still be standing here with you,
Never looking back again.

We could spit into the wind,
Stepping up our game,
Running out of patience,
Running all the same

You could be my confidant,
You could be my friend,
Running out of patience,
Hanging by a thread

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