when you become a stranger again

how closed your eyes will be

narrowing me to three short feet

across a room of drunken revelry



youre having the time of my life

and i love you much too late

there are things id like



when you say my name to me

like some amusing piece of food between your teeth

then i will know that its completely over

wont you say my name to me



youre having the time of my life

and i think you got it right

its an envy making green

says your eyes only see me



if i had another last chance

and we met again for the first time



i would listen to your heart

i would start back at the start

there are things id like to say

so many things id like to change