Maybe we are just in the embryonic stages
The fickle finger shows restraint
Well, I wish I could be as disciplined
When there's no sign and it's getting late
Pickle me and stifle any flavour
I will wait for you
And if I jar myself up like marmalade
To be opened in a few years
When you wake up and decide you want marmalade
I will be here
If I soldier through these chores
And keep the loneliness away
Will you reassure my senses
That the fog that surrounds them will clear again
Maybe the greatest risk is not taking one
I will wait for you
And if I jar myself up like marmalade
To be opened in a few years
When you wake up and decide you want marmalade
I will be here
Maybe we are just in the embryonic stages
Well, I wish I could be so disciplined
But I must keep my place
Maybe the greatest risk is not taking one
I will wait for you
And pickle me, and stifle any flavour
I will wait for, I will wait for you
Like marmalade
To be opened in a few years
When you wake up and decide you want marmalade
Open my kitchen cupboards, dear
And if I jar myself up like marmalade
To be opened in a few years
When you wake up and decide you want marmalade
I will be here
