You've got to stop fucking her up You've got to

Tears flowing down the line I listened as you cried

These are haunted days Bonfire-scented autumn days Someone's slipped away

Someone stop the hands of time Every tick's a cruel

I thought that I could hear it in her voice

Got a postcard from her St. Paul's Cathedral at night

The ghost of an unkissed kiss A field of snow

So did we ever want the same things? You want

So we'll just be The greatest couple that never were

Missing you tonight has made it clear to me I