Two Months in a Sunday

Two months in a Sunday Three nights in a row This could have been magic Now we'll never know When all that I needed Turned out to be fake Was it malice and forethought Or an honest mistake? Could you tell me how it feels To always need much more than you can take? Did you ever wish you could Remember how it felt to be awake? I've been waiting here for you To regret you were the one who ran away When I say we need to talk Doesn't mean that I have anything to say Two months in a Sunday Three nights in a row This could have been magic Now we'll never know When all that I needed Turned out to be fake Was it malice and forethought Or an honest mistake?