i heard the sea whispering our secrets back it said the truth owes nothing to the facts you know if you cannot obey then you cannot go my way my only foray you cannot go and you stood and looked me in the eye the day we toasted in july im always on time but on that day you had your hair pulled back ready to meet the crowd and oh the way you threw your shoulders back tryin to make em proud the spots are sticking to your palm the locks are drippin with your charm wake up meet me at the back door ill be right on time wanna have a conversation see nothings quite that easy tired as you are ill be waiting til the sun appears wake up meet me at the back door ill be right on time dont forget your alibi see nothings quite that easy tired as you are ill be waiting til the sun appears