We Were Listening To A Different Time

I heard my keys hit the bottom of the sewer
Preceding my first five Stella Artois parade
Because on the East Coast the weekend starts on Wednesday
Still unemployed, so I smoke and I weep in charade

Living in waiting rooms looking for a memory
It breaks my heart we were listening to a different time
Even though love moans in tangent with our sighings
Never enough to hear content unjustified

If all of your tears were shed ontologically
Every attempt to dry them leads to grieve
The gray in the doubt
We'll join and we'll part
In conclusion, it's only love
I'll wait for time to do its part
No conclusions, it's only love
I'll wait for time to give me up

Passing the Don Julio roadside memorial
The sound of my steps rhyme like your street rhymes with your name
Maybe the victim drank the island to indifference
Encircled by silence as the consciousness of this place

If all of your tears were shed ontologically
Every attempt to dry them leads to grieve
The gray in the doubt
We'll join and we'll part
In conclusion, it's only love

I'll wait for time to do its part
No conclusion, just only love
I'll wait for time to give me up
I'll wait for time to give me up
No conclusions, it's only love