It's been five years coming And one thing i can attest Are the simple songs of hope i wrote Have always been my best It's been five years coming I can say i always knew I had sixteen months to stale her Shoot through my lungs And fall in bed with you (My fingers) Trace your back's outline (No tattoos) Just clean skin on which i can write (Fake ladders) An x you don't have to sign (If you've got one more year) I will be yours my dear. I would be yours my dear. It's been five years coming Just a-tickin' to the day You would corner me in kitchens Mumble words i thought you'd say For five years coming So fuck no, i won't resist We lay quietly, an artifact, Observable now that we're just, Just. (My fingers) Trace your back's outline (No tattoos) Just clean skin on which i can write (Fake ladders) An x you don't have to sign (If you've got one more year) I will be yours my dear. I would be yours my dear. (Instrumental/vocal)