Il testo della 11 a.m.

Incubus

Seven a.m.,
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
And i start my day thinking about what i've thrown away.
Could i push rewind?
The credits traverse signifying the end but i missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?

Forgive my indecision

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when i want off that ride.

Eleven a.m.,
By now you would think that i would be up

But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices i've made.
And what did i find?
I never thought i could want someone so much
'cause now you're not here and i'm knee deep in
That old fear.

Forgive my indecision... i am only a man

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when i want off that ride.

Twelve pm and my dusty telephone rings.
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you.