I can never say you're wrong It's as easy as off and on You know it's true Maybe I'm half asleep It wouldn't even take a week To convince you But things are not like that And there is no contract Yet I can smell your hair still from the last time you were here Perhaps what's left of me Is invisible twice a week From noon til three So I will sing until the mistake Reaches fingers down my throat Will the image last forever Or shrink into a mote And I will dream like a nightmare I will laugh until you cry And all these sticky situations Did they help make up your mind? Holding back to you
Holding back is something I can't do And each time when I looked Each time when I looked it stayed the same You're already gone But I can't help but call And time drips like mola**es from your hair onto your gla**es It's okay to me But my thoughts are like the breeze That flow up and down the trees in through your hair into my lungs So I can sing until the mistake Reaches fingers down my throat Will the image lasts forever Or let shrink into a mote If I could dream like a nightmare I will laugh until you cry And all these sticky situations Did they help make up your mind?