...But, the city lights you show me are blinding now
And your sweaty grip on my hand is suffocating.
Maybe, I'm not who I thought I was:
A talented kisser.

And I don't even know your name,
Or your birthday;
It wasn't important then
But, baby, it is now.

When the sun is setting and the only bed I have is yours.
So show me something you haven't before.
Like your favourite colour and band
Instead of green grass and skyscrapers.

The world does not make me happy,
You do.
See that, see me
Behind the loving and the teasing.

But, maybe, that's a bit too much.
But I cannot give you less,
Just as you cannot give me more.
I am an eternity when you want just an hour.