Evening Drive Songtext
von Bacchae

Nervous conversation on an evening drive
I hate to say we′re running short on time
Take you at your word because it's all I′ve got
But I see that something isn't right
Fantasy and jealousy are all our woes
I hate it when you say that you feel fine
I knew when you were lying; you were loving her
I know we'll never level eye-to-eye
Hey, maybe
We′ll wait and see


Delay the end
We′ll bide our time
Hey, maybe
We'll wait and see
Delay the end
We′ll bide our time
Barefoot on boat dock, overlook the coast
I still proceed if something isn't right
Fear and hesitation′s all the fuel I've got
The motor′s dead, I paddle with my pride

Sharks are in the water when they see I'm one
Without your hand to grasp inside the tide
I don't know how they swim or how they sense the smell
When all the cuts are small and deep inside
Hey, maybe
We′ll wait and see
Delay the end
We′ll bide our time
Hey, maybe
We'll wait and see


Delay the end
We′ll bide our time
Hey, maybe
We'll wait and see
Delay the end
We′ll bide our time
I loved you
Now set me free
Please turn the knife
Don't waste our time