The Hours

The hours

The train moves faster
You read your paper
Now I see that I'll never get
What I need
You don't seem to care if we end this here
So I leave

But if you love me and you hope I might turn
I'll turn

Though I'm afraid of getting burned
I'll get burned

My mouth is a red sorrow
My eyes are sore for you
I know what I have
It's the hours
Waiting for you

The train moves faster
You read your paper
Now I see that I'll never get
What I need
You don't seem to care if we end this here
So I leave

It's not about daring, cause if you love
You should dare

It's more about being uncertain
If you still care

You enter with a kiss
But eyes reveal the truth
I know what I have
It's the hours

If you love me and you hope I might turn
I'll turn
Though I'm afraid of getting burned
I'll get burned
It's not about daring, cause if you love
You should dare
It's more about being uncertain
If you still care

You enter with a kiss
But eyes reveal the truth
I know what I have
It's the hours
My mouth is a red sorrow
My eyes are sore for you
I know what I have
It's the hours
And I ain't got you