| So the gloodgates open but nothing comes out
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| I’m feeling no relief in my head, just doubt
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| But my heart keeps telling me 'hold your ground
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| You’ll never learn a thing if you bail out now'
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| And I’m lonely again tonight
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| I can feel it like a knot in my side
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| They keep saying this is part of the ride
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| But I’m not getting stronger
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| Yet hold me against the light
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| And do you see any bullet inside?
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| Wouldn’t find one if you magnified
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| Because you’ve got the wrong girl
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| Had my fingers around the back of your chair
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| You’d never miss a thing but you missed me there
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| And I just kept thinking 'Am I prepared
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| To pull it out from under your trusting stare?'
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| Now the house is quiet as a hollow head
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| And I’m walking round bumping into things you said
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| This has not been as easy as I thought it would
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| Id’be cooling down the fire if I thought I could
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| But I’m lonely again tonight
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| I can feel it like a knot in my side
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| They keep saying this is part of the ride
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| But I’m not getting stronger
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| Yet hold me against the light
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| And do you see any bullet inside?
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| Wouldn’t find one if you magnified
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| Because you’ve got the wrong girl |