You're waiting on an invitation But you're waiting at the back of the line You talk like we were meant to marry You talk like there's some great truth to find Tell me that you mean it Bleed me dry They say that you're fleeting Away with the night (You've got your) Your fathers temper Your mothers eyes Tell me that you mean it Tell me you're away with the night You throw your arms up to the ceiling And you throw yourself in-between the lines You grit your teeth and say you don't feel it And you play like you're the innocent kind Remember when the nights they were bigger We took it all in as if we'd been blind Remember how you said you were younger But you said you'd take it all in your stride