It's half past eight, and I'm waiting
   In a beautiful place
   Anticipating everything we'll do
   And all we'll say.
   Till your father sees you again
   Now I don't know just what you're diong
   Is it me or him
   That you're screwing?
   But I don't care and you don't care
   When you're here
  
   Now the storm is here
   I see you running
   Your face full of tears.
   So red and burning
   And I can't work out
   How you spend
   Another day with him
  
   Just say the word
   You know I'll do it
   I'm waiting for you
   Just let me do it
   And we can run away to another place.
   Less full of fear.