It's all coming back to me now.

But try as I have to keep

The taste of you off of my tongue;

Your face from my fitful sleep.



An' I wait and hope against hope like before.

An' I wait an' hope that I won't anymore.



An' this won't stop till I do.

Until I learn to kill the thought

Of everything I could have said:

Of everything I wished I'd not.



An' I waithope against hope like before.

An' I waithope that I won't anymore.



Show rises up from the street

An' a crowd rises up to it's feet.

I followed blind after you:

I might know better if I'd ever wanted to.



Instrumental break.



The painting here is still not dry

An' I can smell it from the door.

It covers every mark you made:

The countin' days are keepin' score.



An' I waithope against hope like before.

An' I waitan' hope that I won't anymore.



An' I waithope against hope like before.

An' I waitan' hope that I won't anymore.