Here I come, there I go
Looking out of the window
I turned back, you didn't see
So I waited for you to talk to me
We don't have time
To talk about the things we'll have done when I see you again
But maybe then we
Might get the chance to have a word between us
But rain just fell, the feeling changed
If I spoke to you I'd feel much more strange
Leaves burned, signs turned
Yet I don't want to see you act so stern
One more day I
Lived to tell you how very much I hate it
But tomorrow
You might be up for a little bit more fun