Too Soon To Tell Lyrics

Pat Mccurdy Too Soon To Tell

Through the stillness of the evening
Comes the sound of dying cars
And it drips up through your window
Then I turn and there you are
A window fan is blowing
But this room is hot as hell
I don't know where this is going
Cause it's still too soon to tell

There is music softly playing
I like all your stolen songs
And the television's dead
Because we hooked it up all wrong
In the dark, it's numbers blinking
Weave their own hypnotic spell
I don't know what you were thinking
Cause it's still too soon to tell

At the door of your apartment
There's a big old fashioned bike
And a spider's spinning webs
Around a pale yellow light
There's someone cooking something
I can't identify the smell
Better days might be coming
But it's still too soon to tell