Hello

You came over and delivered yourself to me like a telegram Said 'I don't know where I am or how I got here - I don't have a stamp' I hadn't seen you in a while You looked just like your picture, only deeper And your smile was shyer and your shirt was a bit less ironed I don't believe in fate You do Still I couldn't help thinking someone must have noticed you And folded you up nice and even and sent you to me So don't apologise Just bring those suitcases inside Come on, come in You don't have to say anything Hello Get out of the rain Here we go again The truth is, you are an angel Most of the time I don't feel too guilty 'Cept when you look at me and I see my dirty shadow on your halo glow But I wanna keep things simple, no complications No late nights and no empty train stations Remember last time? We don't want it like that this time around But if we could save time, where would we keep it? If we could keep time, when could we use it? If we waste time, will it waste us? Are we too much like time - impossible to define

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