Every time I think of you,
I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine,
but it's a problem I find,
living a life that I can't leave behind.
There's no sense in telling me
the wisdom of a fool won't set you free.
But that's the way that it goes
and it's what nobody knows.
And everyday my confusion grows.
Every time I see you falling,
I get down on my knees and pray.
I'm waiting for the final moment,
you say the words that I can't say.
I feel fine and I feel good.
I feel like I never should.
Whenever I get this way,
I just don't know what to say.
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday.
I'm not sure what this could mean.
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else,
then I'll never see just what we're meant to be.
Every time I see you falling,
I get down on my knees and pray.
I'm waiting for the final moment,
you say the words that I can't say
