All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here the days pile up
With decisions to be made
I´m sure all of them were wrong
Into this song, I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse and forget
This wasted year
These wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
I´m sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don´t make
I guess it´s like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things that you can´t fake
I guess that it is typical
To cling to memories you´ll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
And there, below his frozen face
You wrote the name and that ancient date
And you can´t believe he is really gone
When all that´s left is a fucking song
I´m sorry about the phone call and waking you
I know that its late
But thank you for talking because I needed to
Some things just can´t wait