Testo Seven-eighty

i still don't want to play your game; you said the thrill has been lost and can't be regained; you said you'd rather watch the rain than think of me, cause it makes you feel so free. we'll walk past the memories, i will wave as you turn away. if i was talking to you and not writing this maybe i could show you something you haven't seen. my lips would fight my mind, i'd say things at the right time. i'd still wait for you if that's what it took, we could run into the future without a second look; you said you'd rather chase the wind than think of me, cause you need room to breathe.