It's All Coming Back To Me Now.
But Try As I Have To Keep,
The Taste Of You Off Of My Tongue;
Your Face From My Fitful Sleep.

An' I Wait And Hope Against Hope Like Before.
An' I Wait An' Hope That I Won't Anymore.

An' This Won't Stop Till I Do.
Until I Learn To Kill The Thought,
Of Everything I Could Have Said:
Of Everything I Wished I'd Not.

An' I Wait, Hope Against Hope Like Before.
An' I Wait, Hope That I Won't Anymore.

Show Rises Up From The Street,
An' A Crowd Rises Up To It's Feet.
I Followed Blind After You:
I Might Know Better If I'd Ever Wanted To.

Instrumental Break.

The Painting Here Is Still Not Dry,
An' I Can Smell It From The Door.
It Covers Every Mark You Made:
The Countin' Days Are Keepin' Score.

An' I Wait, Hope Against Hope Like Before.
An' I Wait, An' Hope That I Won't Anymore.

An' I Wait, Hope Against Hope Like Before.
An' I Wait, An' Hope That I Won't Anymore.