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Paula Cole - 14

Your eyes they conjure up those Cliffs of Moher,

Far away and not listening anymore,

Dreaming of life on another shore,

Not here, not now, with me, the bore.

So I stop talking and fade to bleak,

Feeling insignifi cant, atrophied and weak.

Even though it's not who I know myself to be,

The Queen, the Confi dence,

Doesn't speak.

But I was 14 with my passion,

And 15 with my best.

16 with my ego,

And zero with the rest.

My heart is a tangled in my chest,

I don't know how to communicate in a cardiac arrest.

Your eyes they drown me in your sadness.

Your words they bring hurricanes.

Braving Shakespearean tempest,

The Mighty Tiger,

Doesn't blink.

But I was 14 with my passion,

And 15 with my best.

16 with my ego,

And zero with the rest.

My heart is a tangled in my chest,

I don't know how to communicate in a cardiac arrest.

I think I found the one,

Silent suffering inside.

The one who got away,

I was too dangerous to hide.

But I was 14 with my passion,

And 15 with my best.

16 with my ego,

And zero with the rest.

My heart is a tangled in my chest,

I don't know how to communicate in a cardiac arrest.

So I stop talking, baby, cause you always want me to shut up.

Take the center stage meanwhile I become your trusted, silent prop.

So take good care, this mighty woman's ready to explode,

Fire here below the surface of my volcano.