| I used to pride myself on always being
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| One step ahead of the game
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| I thought I had it in line
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| Thought I knew what was mine
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| And then you came
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| And unraveled every fibre from
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| Beneath my solid ground
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| I’m feeling like I can’t look down
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find
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| I can tell you anything
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| But what’s really on my mind
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| I can tell you anything
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| But what’s really on my mind
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| I’m so tempted to lay the whole
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| Complete truth at your finger tips
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| If I gave you it straight would
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| My secret be safe behind your lips?
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| Or would my guarded notion
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| Crumble in your care?
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| I’m feeling like I can’t look down
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find
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| I can tell you anything
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| But what’s really on my mind
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| I can tell you anything
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| But what’s really on my mind
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| And sometimes I stall to catch myself
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| From sharing all these silent things I’ve felt
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| I’m feeling like I can’t look down
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| I’m scared of what I’ll find
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| I can tell you anything
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| But what’s really on my mind
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| I can tell you anything
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| But what’s really on my mind |