I quit looking at the clock,

it'll only bring me down

And it won't bring you here

If i pulled out stops ,

and a little less in my hair

Could i bring you here, is my

favorie white bic light, It can

undarken the night, keep it

with you close as i wave your

east bound plane away

too scared to pray my eyes

too dilated to see, without you here,

i feel my fear,

I don't wan to rock,

I want

to roll on top of you and notlet

go with me to second street and A,

cause we tear up the place

i miss your pretty face