Indistinct years of you
The one thing I ever saw:

A scrap of paper I've kept
You wrote as much for yourself as for me

First out of a few
Conversations, we've ever had

These indistinct years of you
You were never around when I was

I can't even remember your lines
Oh these indistinct years of you

How time goes slower than it used to do
When, where and how come did it break?

Were they just one or two
Them indistinct years of you

Will the third be shorter?
Will the third be shorter?

If we leave it like this
To pick it up when I come home?
Leave it like it is

If we leave it like this
To pick it up when I come home
Leave it like it is

If we leave it like this
To pick it up when I come home