Take Your Sweet Time

Had she imagined, the sound of her voice?
Had she imagined, this notion of noise
And its wasn’t at all, like what she had drawn
Like what she imagined
Flick of a light switch, keep turning on and off
Everybody laughing at the rain on the roof
So much to hear, so much to hear
Ah take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
I switched your gears off
You could not stop crying
Days of the week
By Wednesday afternoon, we’re all there with you
These tears we’ll catch them
What’s it like to hear music?
For the very first time
I need you more than I want you
For the very first time
When you haven’t heard it all
when you’re forty years old
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
Take your sweet time
All in your own sweet time
All in your own sweet time
All in your own sweet time
All in your own sweet time