Recovery

The months go by, I don't think of you
The signal is frail, an imprint of what you do

So I turn up the sound and you are nowhere
I have learnt this to my cost

But I maintain in the slow lane
I maintain in the slow lane

The scent goes by, still I smell of you
You say I cry at the merest thought of you

So you let me down to laugh at nothing
I have learnt this for myself

But I maintain in the slow lane
I maintain in the slow lane

So I turn down the sound and you are nowhere
I have learnt this to my cost

But I maintain in the slow lane
I maintain in the slow lane
I maintain in the slow lane

So turn down the sound, you are nowhere
You let me down to laugh at nothing

I have learnt this to my cost
I have learnt this for myself
I have learnt this to my cost
I have learnt this for myself

I have learnt this to my cost
I have learnt this for myself
I have learnt this to my cost
I have learnt this for myself