Seven lyrics

Seven times I traced your number
Just one finger to your voice
Seven times I put the receiver down
Seven times I tried to write you
But I cannot make your choice
Your lips they move,
But they make no sound


And what the cost
What the price
I`m the brunt of friends` advice
Don`t look up till you feel the ground . . .


I`m letting go `cause holdin` on is killing me
My timing can be criminally slow
Too little too late
Criminally slow


Seven times I asked forgiveness
Seven times I`ll wait you out
Seasons will change before words come round
And in my search for reasons
I will wash away the doubt
That came wrapped inside a wedding gown


And what the price
What the cost
Is this the poetry of loss
The past we build is all torn down?


I`m letting go `cause holdin` on is killing me
My timing can be criminally slow
Is it never too late?
Criminally slow