The months go by
I don't think of you
The signal is frail
An imprint of what you doSo I turn up the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this to my costBut I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow laneThe 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 myselfBut I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow laneSo I turn down the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this to my costBut 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 nothingI have learnt this to my cost
I have learnt this for myself
I have learnt this to my cost
I have learnt this for myselfI 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