Take Your Sweet Time - Bell X1
Had she imagined the sound of her voice
Had she imagined this notion of noise
And it's wasn't at all like what she had drawn
Like what she imagined
Flick of a light switch keep turning on and off
Everybody laughing at the rain on the roof
So much to hear so much to hear
Ah take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
I switched your gears off
Days of the week
You could not stop crying
Days of the week
By Wednesday afternoon we're all there with you
These tears we'll catch them
What's it like to hear music
For the very first time
I need you more than I want you
For the very first time
When you haven't heard it all
When you're forty years old
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
All in your own sweet time
All in your own sweet time
All in your own sweet time
All in your own sweet time