Kick Over The Traces - Everything But The Algebra lyrics

The night is young, and my ear can't stop ringing From the disconnected line, screams your lack of interest. You with your selling for avoiding leaves me Jumping to conclusions and hoping... For what I want But waiting for what I said. And you with your talent... And you should know... The guts aren't spilling To be kept safely inside. And the tears that are swelling Should be falling from your eyes... Your eyes, Your eyes keep me busy to say the least And your tongue, although sweet, Throws words as sharp as knives That hit me like a familiar joke And the punch line leaves me broken and scared. I've tried too hard and the wounds chalk up with no reward. You should have known And you should know... The guts aren't spilling To be kept safely inside. And the tears that are swelling Should be falling from your eyes... As I write this...Madness In the dawning of the day. I'll realize all the things I never should have said And maybe I'll be able to form the words That can ask you... What you're thinking What you're thinking (I'll realize...) What you're thinking (... All the things I...) Never should have said What you're thinking (I'll realize...) What you're thinking (... All the things I...) Never should have said What you're thinking (I'll realize...) What you're thinking (... All the things I...) Never should have said What you're thinking (I'll realize...) What you're thinking (... All the things I...) Never should have said What you're thinking...