In my wildest fantasies
You never changed your plans for me
And now the moment's come and gone
Finally, my memory's strong
It was everything I expected of you
And nothing I could have foreseen
Why do these moments come back?
Why do they come back to the same theme?
Feeling left out in the cold
It was something I never could have told you
The moment I wanted to re-capture
But you're still waiting for the rapture
I could have met you halfway
You still wouldn't have changed
If you had, I wouldn't have stayed
I won't be the one to blame
Feeling left out in the cold
It was something I never could have told you
The moment I wanted to re-capture
But you're still waiting for the rapture
I still recall the lines on your face
I all these memories I can still taste
As you lay naked in my arms
I traced the outline of your back, doll
Feeling left out in the cold
It was something I never could have told you
The moment I wanted to re-capture
But you're still waiting for the rapture
credits
from The Post.Script Project,
released September 30, 2000
Jacob Earl - lyrics, vocals, bass guitar
Tovy Paull - hammond organ
Dana Clow - guitars
Graham Myres - guitars
Ozzy Park-Wheeler - drums
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