Give It Time

when I saw you for the first time
 I thought I might be sick
 that combination of joy and compulsion
 and you were the reason for it
 and in the blink of an eyelid
 you were in my ride
 I was wasted thought you'd laugh when I kissed you
 though I guess it makes sense that you cried
 give it time give it time give it time
 it will break you
 from our house I heard voices so far away
 there's no difference between ropes and roses
 when you've got nothin' good to say
 and in the blink of an eyelid
 you become someone else
 I try to find you but you are on a island
 and I guess I have to tell myself
 give it time give it time give it time
 it will break you
 when I saw you for the last time
 I sweat right through my shirt
 I'm no professional heartbreak's just a pastime
 but that don't mean it don't hurt