Standard (EADGBE)

Counting the days on the calendar

 Strange how they bleed into each other All that I need

 Is a day with you Pencil me in on your Saturday

 Taking my leave Should I be waylaid please wait for me

 On a day with you Maybe for now an hour will do

 Remember my dear this time last year

 The sunsets were late and the days were long

 And the nights were filled with song

 The nights were filled with song

Strolling the street we're strangely complete

Let's stay awake till the morning comes

 We don't need anyone

 We don't need anyone

 Wasting my life at the traffic lights Getting nowhere

Trapped in the turnstiles Stay within reach

 Of a day with you Maybe for now an hour will do