Dead Swans Montpelier To Home
Endless disappointment.
Expectations I'll never meet.
A crushing view of doubt is keeping me from you.
I take the last train home after every mindless fight, confessing my secrets.
Dear friends, there's only one though in my mind:
how long will it be until I see you again?
Did I say to much or was it not enough?
A calendar of guilt, another day crossed off inside my head.
I've done it again.
Another day spent locked inside.
How many times will I fall beneath your voice?
The look of your face said everything.
Endless disappointment.
Expectations I'll never meet.
A crushing view of doubt is keeping me from you.
How long will it be until I see you again?
Did I say to much or was it not enough?
A calendar of guilt, another day crossed off inside my head.
