something about the cadence in which she spoke just let you know
that in one way or other you'd never be the same
or maybe it was the way she used your full name
to ask you if it might be a right time that never came
so you saw her from across the room, you noticed how she leaned back
with all her weight, looking so good,
and you knew she might be someone you'd be getting to know soon ...
so what happens now?
so there was a short time where you never slept alone
and dreams were never needed cause you thought they'd found a home
and you thought, "Well, maybe just for tonight, I could change her
mind."
she drew a picture with exactly the same story
and it's almost as though you'd never sorted out an ending
so here it goes again - after a wasted wait, tomorrow she will leave.
so what happens now?
like a blurry revelation, lines you'd never noticed in the sky,
withholding love in hesitation as though you'd run in fear
without a pause to question why.
she'd laid out an invitation into your own imagination,
a coloring book left open for everyone else's interpretation
regardless, minutes changed in paisley ways, recurring visions burning,
empty pages filled so easily by all your wondrous yearning,
and you wanna scream,
"Change these days, lady!
We could all change our ways, baby!"
But she's gonna go anyway.
So what happens now? So what is there now?
that in one way or other you'd never be the same
or maybe it was the way she used your full name
to ask you if it might be a right time that never came
so you saw her from across the room, you noticed how she leaned back
with all her weight, looking so good,
and you knew she might be someone you'd be getting to know soon ...
so what happens now?
so there was a short time where you never slept alone
and dreams were never needed cause you thought they'd found a home
and you thought, "Well, maybe just for tonight, I could change her
mind."
she drew a picture with exactly the same story
and it's almost as though you'd never sorted out an ending
so here it goes again - after a wasted wait, tomorrow she will leave.
so what happens now?
like a blurry revelation, lines you'd never noticed in the sky,
withholding love in hesitation as though you'd run in fear
without a pause to question why.
she'd laid out an invitation into your own imagination,
a coloring book left open for everyone else's interpretation
regardless, minutes changed in paisley ways, recurring visions burning,
empty pages filled so easily by all your wondrous yearning,
and you wanna scream,
"Change these days, lady!
We could all change our ways, baby!"
But she's gonna go anyway.
So what happens now? So what is there now?