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• Artiste: Lucy Dacus
• Titre: Lost Time (extended)
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The sky is grey, the trees are pink It's almost spring and I can't wait, and I can't think The sidewalks paved with petals like a wedding aisle I wonder how long it would take to walk 800 miles To say I do, I did, I will, I would I'm not sorry, not certain, not perfect, not good But I love you, and every day That I knew and didn't say is lost time Now I'm knockin' down your door 'Cause I'm trying to make up for lost time Wish you were here, wish I was there I wish that we could have a place that we could share Not only stolen moments in abandoned halls Quiet touch in elevators and bathroom stalls But I will, I would, I did, I do For the thrill, for my health, for myself, for you 'Cause I love you, and every day That I knew and didn't say is lost time Now I'm knockin' down your door 'Cause I'm trying to make up for lost time Nothing lasts forever, but let's see how far we get So when it comes my turn to lose you, I'll have made the most of it Our formal attire on the floor in a pile In the morning, I will fold it while you get ready for work I hear you singing in the shower, it's a song I showed you years ago It's nice to know you listen to it after all this time I put your clothes on the dresser with your 60-day chip And your broken gold chain, your unpaid parking ticket And the photo that you framed from when you were a kid To remember where you came from, as if you could forget And your hand-me-down pick up, put a girl on the dash Tape on the bumper, more than one crash It's always an accident, it could always be worse Scars healing over, but the memory hurts And I trace them with my finger, touch them with my mouth Then the lines around your eyes, the furrow in your brow Your face is a language, I'm fluent by now You can tell me the whole story without saying it out loud I notice everything about you, I can't help it It's not a choice, it's been this way since we met 'Cause I love you, and every day That I knew and didn't say Is a crying shame, it's a crime A waste of space, lost time