Another Year - Minor Majority, Linnea Dale

They were working together in the garden on a lazy, warm weekend

He was tending to the roses, when she noticed how his hair had thinned

Maybe it was just the thought of time

Half empty hourglasses they’re not granting us a second try

Suddenly the changes seemed so small

All her aspirations, all her dreams, felt like she’d spent them all

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Without a word

There was a time when all my dreams they seemed so feasible and real

It’s not that long ago but now I can’t recall just how it feels

Yesterday we were all I knew

Painted in the present tense, I think in terms of me and you

These fancies they tend to grow away

But don’t you ever get the feeling we‘re running out of days?

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

You must have heard

They sat together on the grass and watched the evening sky grow dark

She asked him for a cigarette, and there and then laid bare her aching heart

«We'll work it out,» he said and pulled her close

She heard the pressure in her chest release a quiet, «I suppose.»

Stuck between his jaws a trembling sound

He felt he had to ask, «Does this mean we’re on shaky ground?»

Good love gone bad

Good love gone bad

Good love gone bad

I’m out of words

You always said, «Wait around for me.»

You always said, «Wait around for me.»

You always said, «You'd wait a while and see.»

You always said, «Wait around for me.»

I thought that things would sort themselves if I could only clear my head

It took another year of disappearing till I found home again

Sometimes he still asks me if I’m true

So I found a way to answer him without having to tell the truth

«Your mind it is a stranger,» that’s the phrase he used

Now I found a way to look at him, that won’t belie the words I choose:

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad

Good girl gone bad