the months go by i don t think of you the signal is frail an imprint of what you do so i turn up the sound and you are nowhere i have learnt this to my cost but i maintain in the slow lane i maintain in the slow lane the scent goes by still i smell of you you say i cry at the merest thought of you so you let me down to laugh at nothing i have learnt this for myself but i maintain in the slow lane i maintain in the slow lane so i turn down the sound and you are nowhere i have learnt this to my cost but i maintain in the slow lane i maintain in the slow lane i maintain in the slow lane so turn down the sound cuz you are nowhere you let me down to laugh at nothing i have learnt this to my cost i have learnt this for myself i have learnt this to my cost i have learnt this for myself i have learnt this to my cost i have learnt this for myself i have learnt this to my cost i have learnt this for myself