every time i think of you
i get a shot right through
with a bolt of blue
it＇s no problem of mine
but it＇s a problem i find
living a 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 that final moment
you＇ll say the words that i can＇t say
i feel fine and i feel good
i＇m feeling 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
every time i see you falling
i get down on my knees and pray
i＇m waiting for that final moment
you＇ll say the words that i can＇t say