| And your breath smells like cardamom
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| And your words came just like a hard rain
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| Just like a hard rain
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| I recall you said you missed me I was afraid I acted desperately
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| I recall you said it for hours
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| Then again it doesn’t matter
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| I never tried and dared, I wish I’d said something
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| But I’ve been standing outside your door, at least that’s something
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| And your breath smells like cardamom
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| And your words came just like a hard rain
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| Just like a hard rain
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| I recall you said you missed me I was afraid I acted desperately
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| I recall you said it for hours
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| Then again it doesn’t matter
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| I try to tell myself at night
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| When the dusty old pictures are all out of sight
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| That I think I will be alright
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| Don’t come closer morning light
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| I try to tell myself at night
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| When the dusty old pictures are all out of sight
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| That I think I will be alright
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| Don’t come closer morning light
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| I try to tell myself at night
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| When the dusty old pictures are all out of sight
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| That I think I will be alright
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| Don’t come closer morning light
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| I try to tell myself at night
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| When the dusty old pictures are all out of sight
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| That I think I will be alright
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| Don’t come closer morning light
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| I recall you said you missed me I was afraid I acted desperately
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| I recall you said it for hours
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| Then again it doesn’t matter |