Seven hours till the morning light

Seven hours left to make this right

And I wish that I could hold your hand

And I wish that you would understand

It all comes out in the wash

And the wavy lines of yesterday

Bend around you but they'll fall away

And leave an open space for you to rest

Without the weight of being dispossessed
Oh I wish that I could tell you

And I wish that I could hold your hand

Oh I know that you would understand

It all comes out in the wash

Oh I wish that I could tell you

Seven hours till the morning light

Seven hours left to make this right

Nothing after this will be the same

No we're never going back again

Oh  I wish that I could tell you