Recovery

The months go by I don't think of you The signal is frail An imprint of what you do So I turn up the sound And you are nowhere I have learnt this to my cost But I maintain In the slow lane I maintain In the slow lane The scent goes by Still I smell of you You say I cry At the merest thought of you So you let me down To laugh at nothing I have learnt this for myself But I maintain In the slow lane I maintain In the slow lane So I turn down the sound And you are nowhere I have learnt this to my cost But I maintain In the slow lane I maintain In the slow lane I maintain In the slow lane So turn down the sound You are nowhere You let me down To laugh at nothing I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself I have learnt this to my cost I have learnt this for myself