Fades
Like the black on these jeans
Like our names in the sand on the beach
Like the red vinyl seat
From our diner booth
Where we spent our youth
Talking till two and I kissed you
Like your house slipping out my rearview
As I drove off into the distance
Wishing all this hurt you left me with
Would disappear with it
If everything fades like the paint
On this '68 pickup I picked you up in
It just don't have the same shine that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting
I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Like your tire marks in my gravel drive...
Your perfume hanging in my room
Like a Sunday afternoon
If everything fades like the paint
On this '68 pickup I picked you up in
It just don't have the same shine that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting
I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
And tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
And tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
If everything fades one day
Or so they say
Tell me, when will you?
If everything fades like the paint
On this '68 pickup I picked you up in
It just don't have the same shine that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting
I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Yeah, tell me when will you? (Fade)
Like our names in the sand on the beach
Like the red vinyl seat
From our diner booth
Where we spent our youth
Talking till two and I kissed you
Like your house slipping out my rearview
As I drove off into the distance
Wishing all this hurt you left me with
Would disappear with it
If everything fades like the paint
On this '68 pickup I picked you up in
It just don't have the same shine that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting
I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Like your tire marks in my gravel drive...
Your perfume hanging in my room
Like a Sunday afternoon
If everything fades like the paint
On this '68 pickup I picked you up in
It just don't have the same shine that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting
I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
And tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
And tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
If everything fades one day
Or so they say
Tell me, when will you?
If everything fades like the paint
On this '68 pickup I picked you up in
It just don't have the same shine that it used to
If it's a matter of waiting
I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade
If everything eventually fades away
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade)
Yeah, tell me when will you? (Fade)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Daly, Kevin Bard, Dawson Jeffrey Anderson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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