Its all coming back to me now.
But try as I have to keep,
The taste of you off of my tongue;
Your face from my fitful sleep.
An I wait and hope against hope like before.
An I wait an hope that I wont anymore.
An this wont stop till I do.
Until I learn to kill the thought,
Of everything I could have said:
Of everything I wished Id not.
An I wait, hope against hope like before.
An I wait, hope that I wont anymore.
Show rises up from the street,
An a crowd rises up to its feet.
I followed blind after you:
I might know better if Id ever wanted to.
Instrumental break.
The painting here is still not dry,
An I can smell it from the door.
It covers every mark you made:
The countin days are keepin score.
An I wait, hope against hope like before.
An I wait, an hope that I wont anymore.
An I wait, hope against hope like before.
An I wait, an hope that I wont anymore.
