Vague memories in the narrow streets of Lausanne
We ran through red to the park and we swam
Train tracks screaming in the dead of night
Hard city light tends to swallow you whole
Faint memories, corrugated hindsight
Same few words and same thing repeating
Plastic flowers cast across the tarmac
Dogs in the ditches, dull-eyes from the fumes
Oh, what empty hours you keep
The waiting isn't hard, it's the let down of the words you speak
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instеad
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Somеtimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will, we are strangers still
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will, we are strangers still
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Old enemies in an empty street of Lausanne
Under glare of a questioning moon
Gather dust and guilty time for this
Oh, lover, I know how it feels
Trees evergreen blinking in the car lights
Took ourselves west somehow passing the time
Fever dreaming in an empty pool high-walled and blue
Pull us out of it sometime soon
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will, we are strangers still
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will, we are strangers still
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Waited in the wings of the morning for you
Sometimes things are better left unsaid instead
Linger if you will, we are strangers still