Lack Of Limits Ten Days
Thursday morning 8:15 and I´m watching the clock
I´m lying on my bed with a radio on
Someone´s starting to rock
Thursday morning 8:17 and I´m watching the clock
You´re on the way to the station
With a suitcase in your hand
Thursday morning 8:25 and I´m watching the clock
You´re sitting on the train, it´s starting the engine
You´re on the way to another town
Thursday morning 8:36 and I´m alone again
I don´t know how to stand the next week
The only things in my head are
Ten days, ten days, I´m acting in the back
Ten days, ten days, cannot move my legs
You said you will write a letter, and you will try to
call,
If you´ll find some time
Half past ten I´m writing this song and I´m waitin
Ten days later 9:16 and I´m singin´ this song
Thinkin´ `bout the words you spoke to me
Yesterday when you called on the phone
You said you couldn´t come today coz you have a headache
Y ou are feeling ill
So many things I´d like to say to you
But now you´re far away
