when I saw you for the first time
I thought I might be sick
that combination of joy and compulsion
and you were the reason for it
and in the blink of an eyelid
you were in my ride
I was wasted thought you'd laugh when I kissed you
though I guess it makes sense that you criedgive it time give it time give it time
it will break youfrom our house I heard voices so far away
there's no difference between ropes and roses
when you've got nothin' good to say
and in the blink of an eyelid
you become someone else
I try to find you but you are on a island
and I guess I have to tell myself
give it time give it time give it time
it will break youwhen I saw you for the last time
I sweat right through my shirt
I'm no professional heartbreak's just a pastime
but that don't mean it don't hurt