He sees her shining down the streets like a new morning And smiles “hello there” for the second time today There are days he does not see her And those are days that go to waste It’s not that he’s in love, he’s just a man of rituals
So he keeps track of the rising price of august As he chews the words he’s never going to say ‘cause he’d make them sound as hollow as a revoked holiday He’s been trying not to see her so he can see her again
So long, sometimes Bygone, goodbyes Are meant in silence
‘though he’s gotten used to seeing her Every morning, every day He’s been trying not to see her so she can see him again He’s been dying not to see her, dying to see her again He’s been trying not to see her so he can see her again
