Four Thousand Days

What's taking us so long?

Everything important turns out to be all but wrong

I think of late July

The two of us were sitting there and everything felt right - you felt right

I'm in not love with the ordinary

But that's what makes me clean

It might not mean a thing to you

But it means the world to me

And I'm a little ashamed for asking

But I need this to be true

I couldn't hear myself somehow

I hope it means something to you

And I won't let you go

While we still have time:

You wanna share a ride?

You wanna share a ride?

Four thousand days alone

I pushed you up and down

But please, please answer the phone