CHORUS
Time no good
wisdom no good

patience no good
to me anymore


Now the night had fallen on the stair
some things you do you can never repair
seems I'm always pretending

things aren't there when they are

And the leaves are nearly off the trees

and the traffic thick past yellow windows
I'm waiting in the frozen headlights
thinking of you


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And the trees are looking like bones
and the afternoon's filled with storm and rain
I'm staring out of this metal train

thinking of you
and the tress are looking like bones
the afternoon filled with rain and storm

and I'm tangles up in memory's thorns
no way through


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Trees like bones, yellow windows

memories, thorns, oh and you

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