Maybe In the Future
Back then in the middle ages
when you were catching on but no contagious
I blew all my chances
shoelaces fumbled with no digits
I swatted your advances
like they were summer evening midgets
We really made a meal of our goodbyes
We served them cold
and undercooked
You tell me I have got the bluest eyes
but I can't remember
It's been so long since I've looked
There's no need to fight over me
'cause I'm divisible by three
Down there on your haunches
do you feel you let it go to waste?
Do you get a bit self-councious
when they say you have an aquired face?
I'm sorry I didn't get home to make the children
I stopped to watch a fire rip through buildings
and onlookers said something about a silver lining
but missing golden opportunities is my thing
You've told me how difficult it gets
being so desiried in this town
The next time you get the urge
for being submerged
and you can hold onto my wrist
while I holding your face
Down!
The fog lifted while our lips overlapped
You're not that gifted
just beautifully gift wrapped
The more I try to clarify
the more the meaning blurs
But maybe in the future
I will say more using less words
when you were catching on but no contagious
I blew all my chances
shoelaces fumbled with no digits
I swatted your advances
like they were summer evening midgets
We really made a meal of our goodbyes
We served them cold
and undercooked
You tell me I have got the bluest eyes
but I can't remember
It's been so long since I've looked
There's no need to fight over me
'cause I'm divisible by three
Down there on your haunches
do you feel you let it go to waste?
Do you get a bit self-councious
when they say you have an aquired face?
I'm sorry I didn't get home to make the children
I stopped to watch a fire rip through buildings
and onlookers said something about a silver lining
but missing golden opportunities is my thing
You've told me how difficult it gets
being so desiried in this town
The next time you get the urge
for being submerged
and you can hold onto my wrist
while I holding your face
Down!
The fog lifted while our lips overlapped
You're not that gifted
just beautifully gift wrapped
The more I try to clarify
the more the meaning blurs
But maybe in the future
I will say more using less words
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Writer(s): John Duignan, Conall Breachain
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