Blackened oars in 
The great, great one 
Pick a low number and go 
Decorating my doorway, decorating my walls 
Making the bed, looking forward to sleep 
Letting myself fall 

Sorry for my dreams 
I just didn't know 
How long you could wait 
doesn't matter now 

Scrambling over it 
My knees all skinned 
and trees in my hair 
Tired old eyes 
Feeling young and scared 

I'd never have owned this 
without this time with you 
I'll never have wanted 
to not have what we went through 

Sorry for my dreams 
I just didn't know 
How long you could wait 
doesn't matter now 

So won't you go 
Lie to yr love, just go 
Creep up on girls alone 
Alone 
Just go