In a cigarette smoke haze I wait, wait for the feeling to build up
Wait for you
There is the sound of music pounding in my ears
The sound of bartenders slamming beers on the counter

This love ballad I try and write doesnt come out quite right
If I could maybe lose restraint for a few minutes
I might tell you that I hope to see you again
Not just that I want to, because you know I do
But that I hope to

But to say these things would make things less bearable
For us
So I don't, lose restraint
And you don't, lose restraint

For now I keep listening to the sounds of this city
You listen to the sounds of your new city
And we feel, but do not say.