Two months in a Sunday

Three nights in a row

This could have been magic

Now we'll never know

When all that I needed

Turned out to be fake

Was it malice and forethought

Or an honest mistake?

Could you tell me how it feels

To always need much more than you can take?

Did you ever wish you could

Remember how it felt to be awake?

I've been waiting here for you

To regret you were the one who ran away

When I say we need to talk

Doesn't mean that I have anything to say

Two months in a Sunday

Three nights in a row

This could have been magic

Now we'll never know

When all that I needed

Turned out to be fake

Was it malice and forethought

Or an honest mistake?