Fades

Like the black on these jeans Like our names in the sand on the beach Like the red vinyl seat From our diner booth Where we spent our youth Talking till two and I kissed you Like your house slipping out my rearview As I drove off into the distance Wishing all this hurt you left me with Would disappear with it If everything fades like the paint On this '68 pickup I picked you up in It just don't have the same shine that it used to If it's a matter of waiting I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade If everything eventually fades away Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade) Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade) Like your tire marks in my gravel drive... Your perfume hanging in my room Like a Sunday afternoon If everything fades like the paint On this '68 pickup I picked you up in It just don't have the same shine that it used to If it's a matter of waiting I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade If everything eventually fades away And tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade) And tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade) (Ooh) (Ooh) If everything fades one day Or so they say Tell me, when will you? If everything fades like the paint On this '68 pickup I picked you up in It just don't have the same shine that it used to If it's a matter of waiting I'll be patient and pray it dulls like the edge of a blade If everything eventually fades away Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade) Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade) Tell me when will you? (Ooh, fade) Yeah, tell me when will you? (Fade)