Patience

Someone ought to cut me off
Because I will not stop
So leave me here or take me home
And I can keep you up

And in a strange way
It'll be better if the morning doesn't come

These eyes, that girl, this love
And her hell for all time

I stood beside a pair of eyes reminded
That if she fell in, she could fall out
I wonder why a love so deep
Would have me begging for mercy

And in a strange way
It would have been better
If the morning never came

These eyes, that girl, this love
And her hell for all time

There, at the impasse
Subtlety is pinned beneath
The weight of impatience
And the fear of getting caught between
The back and the knife
The thrill and the vice
I think I love you, dear