The Reservoir
Don't be quiet,
Fools wait patiently
Stay unattached,
Young man be cruel
Cause if all the night brings on dangerous things
Go find your playthings 'round the pool
Summer is here
It's never forlone till your days will disappear (so forget it)
It's not in her heart at last,
It's not in her heart at last,
Shallow water and lips up against your legs
If it's cold inside it's only for awhile
She'll say come on let's swim again,
When never to me, if she spots another friend (well...)
Then why should I care?
If nothing between us is round any ordinaire (cause there's plenty more)
It's not in her heart at last,
It's not in her heart at last,
And once in a while
You ask me what's left in a name
Now it's easier to just explain
Than remind:
No we're not
and never will
It's not in her heart at last,
It's not in her heart at last,
It's not in her heart at last (there's nothing to say it's not yours to decide),
It's not in her heart at last (there's nothing to say it's not yours to decide)
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