It's all coming back to me now.   But try as I have to keep,   The taste of you off of my tongue;   Your face from my fitful sleep.      An' I wait and hope against hope like before.   An' I wait an' hope that I won't anymore.      An' this won't stop till I do.   Until I learn to kill the thought,   Of everything I could have said:   Of everything I wished I'd not.      An' I wait, hope against hope like before.   An' I wait, hope that I won't anymore.      Show rises up from the street,   An' a crowd rises up to it's feet.   I followed blind after you:   I might know better if I'd ever wanted to.      Instrumental break.      The painting here is still not dry,   An' I can smell it from the door.   It covers every mark you made:   The countin' days are keepin' score.      An' I wait, hope against hope like before.   An' I wait, an' hope that I won't anymore.      An' I wait, hope against hope like before.   An' I wait, an' hope that I won't anymore.