Waiting

Writing letters about what’s said and done
I threw them out without a sound
Imagine me in a distant time
Imagine you, you could have been mine
Getting by on my own
Oh, you know it won’t set you free
So little I own
Oh, it’s all in my head you see
You know it’s only love that will bring you down
Waiting
And if you think a love is something to be
It’s not real, not for me
It’s something you can’t feel
Telling stories about a love you found
Telling me you’ve been around
You travelled far
You travelled fast
And claimed it changed the way you are
You said I was blind but
Oh, I’m seeing you clearer now
Baby you’re not my kind
No, there’s nothing in you I’ve found
You know it’s only love that will bring you down
Waiting
And if you think a love is something to be
It’s not real, not for me
It’s something you can’t feel