Do you want another try? Rewrite some lines? Do you want to spent some time? If your hands are open like mine. Underneath a setting sun Your hands are open like a child's. Like mine Feeling like the first to have wasted all God's time. Waking up the birds They're falling from the sky Did you think that I'd forget about you and I? Well I know that I was shy... but time has hardly been unkind, underneath this gentle light And by the time that midnight strikes, this time ...feeling like the first to have wasted all God's time Waking with the birds they're falling from the sky So under-rehersed, we never even tried It's a delightful curse to have wasted so much time