Teksty: Incubus. 11:00 Am.
7 am, the garbage truck
Beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about
What I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
All the credits strewn in signifying the end
But I missed the best part
Could we please go back to the start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, then, then again, then again
You're always first when
No one's on your side
But then again, then, then again, then again
The day will come when
When I want off that ride
11 am, by now you would think
That I would be up
But my bedsheets shade
The heated of choices I made
Now, what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'Cause now you're not here
And I'm knee deep in my own fear
Forgive my indecision, I am only a man
Then again, then, then again, then again
You're always first when
No one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again, then again
The day will come when
I want off that ride
12 pm and my dusty telephone rings
I get up from my pillow
Could it be?
I hope it's you, it's you
Then again, then, then again, then again
You're always first when
No one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again, then again
The day has come
And I want off that ride
Beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about
What I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
All the credits strewn in signifying the end
But I missed the best part
Could we please go back to the start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, then, then again, then again
You're always first when
No one's on your side
But then again, then, then again, then again
The day will come when
When I want off that ride
11 am, by now you would think
That I would be up
But my bedsheets shade
The heated of choices I made
Now, what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'Cause now you're not here
And I'm knee deep in my own fear
Forgive my indecision, I am only a man
Then again, then, then again, then again
You're always first when
No one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again, then again
The day will come when
I want off that ride
12 pm and my dusty telephone rings
I get up from my pillow
Could it be?
I hope it's you, it's you
Then again, then, then again, then again
You're always first when
No one's on your side
But then again, then again, again, again, then again
The day has come
And I want off that ride
Incubus
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