It's only the tired clock ticking
It's only the part of the drum kicking
It's only the touch of you
Picking little of me
It's only my favorite face breaking
It's only the frozen ground shaking
It's only my, oh, bending eyes
Taking pictures of you
Though it's been long
So so long to be here
And though I was wrong
It took you to appear
Before I would run from you
But now I come to you
Before I would run from you
But now I come to you
Before I would run from you
But now I come to you