| Well, I feel better tired
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| That’s why I’m up all night
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| I think of what I’d say to you
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| If you opened your eyes
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| I can’t keep the light out
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| No, I can’t sleep at all
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| Those Sunday morning sermons
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| They come eatin' up my soul
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| Could it be in
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| Right in front?
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| I can’t feel it
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| Oh, I’m sorry, but
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| Well, I can’t keep a straight face on and tell you I still love you
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| Well, I’m so sick of lying, but it’s all we’ve got, the rest is fake
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| I’m talking quiet, but it’s awful loud
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| And I felt things for you, but, honey, I don’t feel them anymore
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| Well, I feel better crying
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| But I can’t bear the sight
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| Oh, you’re begging me to stay
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| But I can’t be with you tonight
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| Well, the sun comes up and I’m stuck
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| And the brightness overwhelms me
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| Out in that light, I am so dark
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| I pour out love, but you can’t see
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| Could it be in
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| Right in front?
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| I can’t feel it
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| Oh, I’m sorry, but
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| Well, I can’t keep a straight face on and tell you I still love you
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| Well, I’m so sick of lying, but it’s all we’ve got, the rest is fake
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| I’m talking quiet, but it’s awful loud
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| And I felt things for you, but, honey, I don’t feel them anymore
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| Behind
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| I’ll follow you in for the end of time
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| Oh, did I
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| Hey, I thought I knew, but I’m not sure this time
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| Well, I can’t keep a straight face on and say I didn’t love you
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| With all my heart, I’ve shut you out 'cause it’s all I know how to do
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| There’s so much screaming, but it’s cold, it’s dull
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| And I felt things for you, but I have never felt this numb |