Song Description

Too often the inner voice distracts us from what is happening in the now, affecting us in ways we may only regret later.

Lyrics

Wait
I didn't get your name
Only numbers on a napkin
As the lines start to fade...

Seems I'm guilty of living without commiting the crime
Seems I'm tired of giving without getting it right

My hands be brave
Will my voice say what its meaning
Take off these concrete shoes
And
Walk a slow-motion mile to where she sits

Wait
I din't get your name
Only numbers on a napkin
Now
Emptiness remains
Her numbers on a npakin
As lives start to change

Seems it's easy to find what you need
When you know what you're looking for
Seems it's easy to lose everything
When you don't

My hands be strong
Will my voice sound like its pleading
Unchain and butter my tongue
Before its too late

Wait
I didn't get your name
Only number on a napkin
Now innocence remains
In numbers on a napkin
as the lines start to fade...

wait wait wait
I didn't get your
wait wait wait
didn't get your
wait
didn't get your name
wait wait wait
I didn't get your...(you get the idea)

didn't get your name...

Now
Lipstick on a glass
Her numbers on a napkin

and the lines we never cross
start to fade...