when the clocks turn ten i will let you in my room once more goes to show that i’m not all done with your help when i’m on your case while breathing down your neck real slow guess i’ve got another story to tell
so i speak it till we both grow old and tired do the math it takes to leave you there while thinking nobody does it better i love you mary jane
it’s a win or lose type of witty blues i did with you or a subtle beat that just won’t give in and i know it’s not that easy to explain to you but i truly don’t know where to begin
very thankful for the time we spent in solitude hour after hour dry from the rain though it’s hard for me to keep my promises to you i will try over and over again
so i speak it till we both grow old and tired push it forward till the nearly insane while thinking nobody does it better i love you mary jane