Tears & Years - The Sunday Drivers

And you say: «your kissing gets worse

You grow colder, colder

It is not like it was before

Now all is torn»

Well, you thought it would be perfect

Over years and years

And I soak up every little tear

So patiently

I was just guessing the meaning of questions

The meaning of games you’ve never said you’d like to play

And you’re getting pretty clever

As you grow, grow, grow

It is not like it was before

What a stroke!

Well, we both are getting perfect

Over tears and years

It is not like it was before

But I’m not cold

I was just guessing the meaning of questions

The meaning of games you’ve never said you’d like to play

So take your time and mine

And make it all worthwhile

And let me see your smile

I was just guessing the meaning of questions

The meaning of games you’ve never said you’d like to play

So take your time and mine

And make it all worthwhile

And let me see your smile

I was just guessing the meaning of questions

So take your time and mine

And make it all worthwhile

And let me see your smile

I was just guessing the meaning of questions

So take your silence time

And fill it up with whines

And see that sun that shines

Yeah, shines …