Eight Days A Week lyrics

Today is a suitable day to leaveevery moment at this pointthat could lead to self destruction.Today tastes like a cold southern drink.It's growing harderevery time I look around andyou are overland out of this game.If you lose you will pay too muchbefore starting a new match.Today comes crashing in my headmilions of remote forgotten thoughts everything I should have taken inside me.If today were the better day with you,but I have missed youand I can't turn back in time, I'm an empty room.Where can I find you?You hold me together,I mean just to be together.Tell me the stories of your own lifetimethat you've written today.Wait for me, just wait for me