Patient Love
Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket Iâm not gonna roll it no Iâm not gonna smoke it Til weâre staring at the stars and the rockets Twinkling in the silvery night Two sips of whiskey in the flask but Iâm not gonna drink them I swear Iâll make it last Til weâre drinking out of the same glass again And though the sand may be washed by the sea And the old will be lost in the new Well four will not wait for three For three never waited for two And though you will not wait for me Iâll wait for you Got a polaroid picture in my wallet Iâm not going to tear it no Iâm not gonna spoil it Itâs an unspoken heartbreak A heartbroken handshake Iâll take with me where I go And three words on the tip of my tongue Not to be spoken nor sung Or whispered to anyone Til I scream them at the top of my lungs again And though the sand may be washed by the sea And the old will be lost in the new Well four will not wait for three For three never waited for two And though you will not wait for me Iâll wait for you Iâll wait for you And Iâll wait for you Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket Iâm not gonna roll it no Iâm not gonna smoke it Til weâre staring at the stars and the rockets Twinkling in the silvery night
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