Can't try the flying You know I'll be near You know I'll be near Take your time in the morning light There's nobody here There's nobody here When you feel too much to ever let it show You turn it up, turn it down, Turn it on, turn it round and leave When you just don't concede What you believe You want to learn the trick to turn What's not so pretty into something more beautiful It's the same place that I learned to turn What could be sorrow into some kind of mercy When I feel too much to ever let it show I turn it up, turn it down, Turn it off, turn it round and leave Then I just don't concede What to believe