Texty: Zox. The Wait. A Little More Time.

Give me just a little more time
And maybe we will find the words
That will change our minds
Give me just a little more time

Give me just a little more time
'Cause I don?t want to leave the weight
In this place behind
Give me just a little more time

Ghosts white in the moonlight
The car breathes smoke in the middle of the night
All tangled up in the telephone lines and dry eyes

When you hold me close
Pretend like you don?t want to let me go
Take the long way home, soft as the radio

My God, how scarred we are?
To feel so little in somebody?s arms
The smokestacks burn up the boulevard
And we break apart, it?s the easy part

Kiss me once good night
Your skin is glass in the dashboard light
We make up our minds, two for the last time

I have never been somebody to hold on to