sleepless nights end back at tuesday morning   they insult every dream i might have had till i get used to all this breathing   recalling walking distance in the summer sun   dotted lines to window panes and telephones   so we spent sunrise face down in the sand   and still found our way sweat drenched and weary   ask me how i thought we played   and whether tomorrow night will be the same   understand this is my chance to be   "these days have meant the most to me.   understand something my friend," he said   "these days have meand the most to me."   with brakelights relationships have gone   but these days still mean the most to me