| 11-18-01 And I'm trying to find a song to call my own through the tracks of your memories and the tracks of my tears i suppose Desire is growing daily it's a little like degrees it's the opposite for the weather, cause the leaves have fallen from the trees And i'm dying from always writing this ten-thousand different ways when am i gonna come to realize it was just that the timing was wrong I don't know how many midnights you've half dialed my phone and i don't know how many times i've half crossed the line this season has held onto our reservations far too long when am i gonna come to realize there is always time to right wrongs And i was so wrong |