Everyday it's different
I can't exactly say
What made today tomorrow
And tomorrow yesterday
Days tumbled past our vision,
Faded our ideas,
Dragged out our commitment
Until the days became our years
Now there's some motive in your posture
Some hinting in your walk
That makes today the tomorrow
That you promised you would talk
Time may hold your secrets
And suspend my reverie
But she is a cruel mistress
That ensures we're never free
Chairs slide and wringing hands stumble
Through our anxiety
I once told you that I loved you
Of course you said the same to me
Our words they shape their meaning
According to our times
We could play this game forever
Although we're past our prime
You say I'm complicated
And I'm forced to concur
Though you admit you're sorry
There will always be her.
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