Lyrics The Unwinding Hours - Tightrope

Here's a letter to you now
I have no patience
Roll on August 1st 08
They're doing my head in

There's an absence to this room
Not in general, I'm saying it's you
Maybe I'm wrong to tell you so

I'm surrounded by the pale
And the lonely
If you're running from me now
Well, that's how it should be

But your body doesn't lie
Come back with me and you can decide
If maybe I'm wrong to tell you so

This I know
You're too far from me
I'm coloured by hand stamped nights
And small uncertainties

This I know
I'm too tired to be
Walking a tightrope that might break from under me

And I know that you're bored
And I wish that I could
See you there

Here's a letter to you now
I have no patience
Roll on August 1st 08
I will be waiting