| Down in the basement, locked in my head
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| Are all of the words that I wish you had said
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| You’re so impatient, asleep on my bed
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| Dreaming we’d left it and made love instead
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| But there’s still some problems, that I need to cure
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| So turn on the light babe, let’s find where it hurts
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| 'Cause I love to love you, but I’m still unsure
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| And each time we fight babe, we’re only making it worse
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| And you know that I know, that you know
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| That I gave you more than I should
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| I guess that means love
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| Ain’t always so good
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| The floorboards are creaking, the Sun’s going down
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| You’re watching me speaking, but won’t make a sound
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| I’m fighting this feeling that we’re falling through
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| The less that you offer the more that I lose
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| So just throw me a bone babe, and shoulder my pain
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| Why do we suffer to hide from our shame?
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| When it’s not like we’ll live like this ever again
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| So come on now, darling, and try to just treat me the same
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| 'Cause I know, that you know, that I know
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| That I gave you more than I should
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| I guess that means love
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| Ain’t always so good |