On a Tuesday morning in July
I was bright and breezy, not willing to die
And my skin was renewed by a comfortable sleep
I was born again, light on my feet
Then your sillhouette caught my eye

So hold your tongue, don't look my way
Cause I know we are not the same
So I am trying to refrain from that
The mischeif in your eyes
And everything that's behind

On a Tuesday evening, you replied
Every word, every comma, I analysed
And I knew there was nothing there between the lines
But a masochist all hid and signed
But the maybe still plagued my mind

So don't write back, don't type my name
For I know we are not the same
And I am trying to refrain from that
And the nothings you give away
And the words that you'll never say

Don't say my name, don't move an inch
Let the morning pass without a hitch
And I'll just be trying not to notice til you're gone
Though I know it won't be for long
Maybe then I can just move on

On a Wednesday morning in July