Blackened oars in    The great, great one    Pick a low number and go    Decorating my doorway, decorating my walls    Making the bed, looking forward to sleep    Letting myself fall       Sorry for my dreams    I just didn't know    How long you could wait    doesn't matter now       Scrambling over it    My knees all skinned    and trees in my hair    Tired old eyes    Feeling young and scared       I'd never have owned this    without this time with you    I'll never have wanted    to not have what we went through       Sorry for my dreams    I just didn't know    How long you could wait    doesn't matter now       So won't you go    Lie to yr love, just go    Creep up on girls alone    Alone    Just go