Texty: Another Found Self. Other. Not Over's Not Enough.

"...And please write soon."
She sighed through a scribble.
She wrote on the back of a receipt,
Mailed from PO Box 68.
It's stamped with a foreign country's seal.
She always said that she'd go east...
...I had always assumed she just meant Pennsylvania.

But the class is coach, we're flying now.
This passport rests against my thigh.
The words I say, they'll sound rehearsed.
Who cares as long as I get them out?
But I've seen this film a thousand times,
And my walkman's out of batteries.
Can't sleep - the timezone's all fucked up.
How can we live like this?

So take it and make it what you want,
When I know that it's not over but, not over's not enough.

So let my watch ticks set the pace,
I walk with a purpose.
"Stop for a tea break?" I hear in an accent.
Can't bother with replies.
'Cause pleasantries, they're slim to me.
It's just like pleasant days.
But here it always rains...
...Start pouring.

So take it and make it what you want,
When I know that it's not over but, not over's not enough.
And London's calling... what's the consequence if I pick up?
When I know that it's not over but, not over's not enough.
(So take it and make it what you want,
Just know that it's not over but it's all clear now...)

So I stop at where they said you'd be,
Nobody's home far as I can see.
Knock on the door... there goes my pride.
No answer.
I scream into your intercom,
This rain bounces behind my voice,
"I came to say I love you" 'cause I really do.

Oh you, could take it and make it what you want,
When I know that it's not over but, not over's not enough.
And London's calling... what's the consequence if I pick up?
When I know that it's not over but, not over's not enough.
(So take it and make it what you want,
Just know that it's not over but it's all clear now...)