I'm not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles miles and miles of years and tears.
I won't cry your name out in a song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.
Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who'd both grown up fighting.
And everything about the future was exciting
(everything, everything).
In the street I heard a man saying he missed his wife.
I would have liked to've heard you say that once or twice.
Our separate roads have shown us flame and shown us ice,
And it's easy now to doubt the myth of veils and falling rice.
I'm not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles and miles and miles and years of tears.
I won't cry your name in song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.
Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who'd both grown up fighting.
Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who'd both grown up…
I'm not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles and miles and miles of years and tears.
I won't cry your name out in a song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.
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