A Thousand Hours Lyrics
| Song | A Thousand Hours |
| Artist | Alex Day |
| Album | Parrot Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| If I counted up the hours | |
| I spent on the phone to you | |
| Or waiting at train stations to meet you | |
| I'd give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate | |
| And that still wouldn't make up for the sleep you made me lose | |
| If someone told me | |
| I could have it all back | |
| No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be | |
| I'd tell that person they don't know me at all | |
| Cos you made me who | |
| I am and they don't get how much you mean to me | |
| This may come as a surprise | |
| But I don't care if we fight | |
| Cos I'd rather that you lie | |
| Than you not be there at all | |
| So I'll sing you some clichés | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train | |
| So I'll spend another night writing about you all | |
| I can And revel in our shared sense of nostalgia | |
| Memories made from | |
| Waterloo to | |
| Hyde Park, | |
| Covent Garden, | |
| Camden Market, | |
| Squares of | |
| Leicester and | |
| Trafalgar | |
| If someone told me | |
| I could give it all back | |
| No more hostels or those long goodbyes where no-one wants to go | |
| I'd talk about the time we sung in the rain | |
| Skipping buses cos you didn't want to leave me to go home | |
| This may come as a surprise, | |
| But I love the sleepless nights | |
| Though I tend to speak my mind | |
| I go overboard, | |
| I know So | |
| I'll sing you some clichés | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train | |
| This may come as a surprise | |
| But I don't care if we fight | |
| Cos I'd rather that you lie | |
| Than you not be there at all | |
| So I'll sing you some clichés | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train |
| If I counted up the hours | |
| I spent on the phone to you | |
| Or waiting at train stations to meet you | |
| I' d give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate | |
| And that still wouldn' t make up for the sleep you made me lose | |
| If someone told me | |
| I could have it all back | |
| No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be | |
| I' d tell that person they don' t know me at all | |
| Cos you made me who | |
| I am and they don' t get how much you mean to me | |
| This may come as a surprise | |
| But I don' t care if we fight | |
| Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
| Than you not be there at all | |
| So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train | |
| So I' ll spend another night writing about you all | |
| I can And revel in our shared sense of nostalgia | |
| Memories made from | |
| Waterloo to | |
| Hyde Park, | |
| Covent Garden, | |
| Camden Market, | |
| Squares of | |
| Leicester and | |
| Trafalgar | |
| If someone told me | |
| I could give it all back | |
| No more hostels or those long goodbyes where noone wants to go | |
| I' d talk about the time we sung in the rain | |
| Skipping buses cos you didn' t want to leave me to go home | |
| This may come as a surprise, | |
| But I love the sleepless nights | |
| Though I tend to speak my mind | |
| I go overboard, | |
| I know So | |
| I' ll sing you some clich s | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train | |
| This may come as a surprise | |
| But I don' t care if we fight | |
| Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
| Than you not be there at all | |
| So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train |
| If I counted up the hours | |
| I spent on the phone to you | |
| Or waiting at train stations to meet you | |
| I' d give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate | |
| And that still wouldn' t make up for the sleep you made me lose | |
| If someone told me | |
| I could have it all back | |
| No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be | |
| I' d tell that person they don' t know me at all | |
| Cos you made me who | |
| I am and they don' t get how much you mean to me | |
| This may come as a surprise | |
| But I don' t care if we fight | |
| Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
| Than you not be there at all | |
| So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train | |
| So I' ll spend another night writing about you all | |
| I can And revel in our shared sense of nostalgia | |
| Memories made from | |
| Waterloo to | |
| Hyde Park, | |
| Covent Garden, | |
| Camden Market, | |
| Squares of | |
| Leicester and | |
| Trafalgar | |
| If someone told me | |
| I could give it all back | |
| No more hostels or those long goodbyes where noone wants to go | |
| I' d talk about the time we sung in the rain | |
| Skipping buses cos you didn' t want to leave me to go home | |
| This may come as a surprise, | |
| But I love the sleepless nights | |
| Though I tend to speak my mind | |
| I go overboard, | |
| I know So | |
| I' ll sing you some clich s | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train | |
| This may come as a surprise | |
| But I don' t care if we fight | |
| Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
| Than you not be there at all | |
| So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
| As I count down day by day | |
| Till I board another train |
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