Wasted Years
Slow is the memoryI can picture her standin' right in front of meOrange blossoms crushed on concreteI walk around with bare feet, 'cuz I know you want me
Can't remember anythingHer skin it tastes like sugar caneAnd I had already gotten there before I cameMy tank is empty and I know you're thirsty
But I have already tried to explain myselfIt's not that I love someone elseBut I can't bear to listen to your cry, yeahI'm sick of all these wasted yearsA rag for someone else's tearsI wring you out as I hang you out to dryNo, no, no, no, no, no, yeah
And I'll see you when I get backMaybe we can get ourselves back on the right trackYou touch me there because you know how much I like thatI think that we will need to relax 'cuz I know you want me
All the time and everywhereA happy surface but the underbelly isn't thereThe worst thing is that I don't even really careThe emptiness is too much to bear
But I have already tried to explain myselfIt's not that I love someone elseBut I can't bear to listen to your cryI'm sick of all these wasted yearsA rag for someone else's tearsI wring you out as I hang you out to
C'mon c'mon, get off the phone, please, come homeIt's been so lonely since you've been goneYour love surround me, up and down meBe all around me, baby, I can't breathe no more
C'mon c'mon, get off the phone, please, come homeIt's been so lonely since you've been goneYour love surround me, up and down meBe all around me, baby, I can't breathe no more
But I have already tried to explain myselfIt's not that I love someone elseBut I can't bear to listen to your cryI'm sick of all these wasted yearsA rag for someone else's tearsI wring you out as I hang you out to dry
Sick of all these wasted yearsA rag for someone else's tearsI wring you out as I hang you out to, to, dryTo try, try to get back home
Try, you try, yeah