The hours      The train moves faster   You read your paper   Now I see that I’ll never get   What I need   You don’t seem to care if we end this here   So I leave      But if you love me and you hope I might turn   I’ll turn      Though I’m afraid of getting burned   I’ll get burned      My mouth is a red sorrow   My eyes are sore for you   I know what I have   It’s the hours   Waiting for you      The train moves faster   You read your paper   Now I see that I’ll never get   What I need   You don’t seem to care if we end this here   So I leave      It’s not about daring, cause if you love   You should dare      It’s more about being uncertain   If you still care      You enter with a kiss   But eyes reveal the truth   I know what I have   It’s the hours      If you love me and you hope I might turn   I’ll turn   Though I’m afraid of getting burned   I’ll get burned   It’s not about daring, cause if you love   You should dare   It’s more about being uncertain   If you still care      You enter with a kiss   But eyes reveal the truth   I know what I have   It’s the hours   My mouth is a red sorrow   My eyes are sore for you   I know what I have   It’s the hours   And I ain’t got you