Nothing But Time

You come to me head in hands, Overthinking, making plans, Fighting with your instinct and your body, Hoping that I'll read between the lines When you lay a hand upon my leg and say you're sorry, You're sorry, Don't worry - I'm fine. You come to me hand on heart, Standing in the rain looking the part, I give up fighting with my feelings. Lying with our limbs entwined on the sofa - searching for each other on the ceiling. I see you stealing glances (I'm not blind) But don't say You're sorry I'm fine. And we have nothing now but time, Nothing ahead or behind. You come to me - hands are tied, So it falls on me then to decide Between the present and the future. You know it's hard to make the call Without knowing what I ever did mean to you. And we have nothing now but time Nothing ahead or behind. Still you'll hit fast forward and I will hit rewind, You'll keep worrying that I might change your mind. So you keep on saying sorry and I'll keep saying - I'm fine Fine Fine. And we have nothing now but time, Nothing ahead or behind.