CHORUS

Time no good

wisdom no good

patience no good

to me anymore



Now the night had fallen on the stair

some things you do you can never repair

seems I'm always pretending

things aren't there when they are



And the leaves are nearly off the trees

and the traffic thick past yellow windows

I'm waiting in the frozen headlights

thinking of you



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And the trees are looking like bones

and the afternoon's filled with storm and rain

I'm staring out of this metal train

thinking of you

and the tress are looking like bones

the afternoon filled with rain and storm

and I'm tangles up in memory's thorns

no way through



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Trees like bones, yellow windows

memories, thorns, oh and you



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