Summer Break In San Remo

There's little left to say,

except you had to get your way,

but that's OK cos I got mine and

you're free to walk away,

all those decisions never made,

all those words were never said,

the songs we took as ours are

now redundant and unworn.

My hands are tied behind my back,

a victim of the circumstance,

the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.

I wished I'd asked for you to stay

but you'd have left here anyway,

always get the things you want and

I'm left counting down the days,

all those decisions never made,

all the words were never said,

the songs we took as ours

now seem so far away.

My hands are tied behind my back,

a victim of the circumstance,

the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.

The distance is untold x3

My hands are tied behind my back,

a victim of the circumstance,

the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.

My hands are tied behind my back,

a victim of the circumstance,

the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.

My hands are tied behind my back,

a victim of the circumstance.