Telegraph - Daniel Tompkins

You walked in with shining eyes and could’ve been

A dark kind of angel with hooded eyes

You sent me a telegraph, your testament

You told me a fortune or a lie

And I feel so delayed

And I feel I can’t relate

Did it ever occur to you

That we can’t make it true?

You told me with scarlet eyes, you never did

You made love to my regret and left it in

We count months, days, and hours, the second hand

To watch all the flowers of black bloom again

And I feel so delayed

And I feel I can’t relate

Did it ever occur to you

That we can’t make it true?

And I feel so delayed

And I feel I can’t relate

Did it ever occur to you

That we can’t make it true?