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 the 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 every day 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