Patient Love-Passenger
Got a pinch of tobacco in my poket
I´m not gonna roll it no I´m not gonna smoke it
Til we´re starting at the stars and the rockets
Twinkling in the silvery night.
Two sips of whiskey in the flask but I´m not
gonna drink them.
I swear I´ll make it last
Til we´re drinking out of the same glass again
And though the sand maybe washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well four will not waited for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not wait for me
I´ll wait for you
Got a polaroid picture in my wallet
I´m not going to tear it no I´m gonna spoil it
It´s an uspoken heartbreak
A heartbroken handshake I take with me
Where I go
And three words on the tip of my tongue
Not to be spoken nor sung
Or whispered to anyone
Til I scream them at the top of my lungs again
And Though The sand may be whashed by the sea
And the old will be lostin the new
Well four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not way for me
I´ll wait four you
I´ll wait for you
And I´llwait for you
Got a pinch of tobacco in my poket
I´m not gonna roll it no I´m not gonna smoke it
Til we´re starting at the stars and the rockets
Twinkling in the silvery night.
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