every time i think of you
i feel 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
while 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 sayi 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