There will always be some bit you've missed
Within that multi-coloured list
Some history that hissed
With hungry lips you didn't kiss
And was I in that moment there
But that moment's floating in the air
Still out of reach but in despair
The things I fixed in disrepair
There will always be that glimpse you had
Sixty seconds or a second flat
The truth rode out and that was that
Drowned in my innocent intoxicant
And I an instant you were gone
I had a feeling all along
That here was there but there was wrong
Those words would never make a song
These words will never make a song.