I´m not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles miles and miles of years and tears.
I won´t cry your name out in a song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.

Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who´d both grown up fighting.
And everything about the future was exciting
(everything, everything).

In the street I heard a man saying he missed his wife.
I would have liked to´ve heard you say that once or twice.
Our separate roads have shown us flame and shown us ice,
And it´s easy now to doubt the myth of veils and falling rice.

I´m not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles and miles and miles and years of tears.

I won´t cry your name in song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.

Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who´d both grown up fighting.
Honey you played the bass and I was writing.
We were kids who´d both grown up…

I´m not gonna say I need you here,
Across miles and miles and miles of years and tears.
I won´t cry your name out in a song again.
I have learned to hold my breath and to count to ten.