Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through
with a bow of gloom.
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 say.
I feel fine and I feel good
I'm feeling like nobody 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 ment to be.
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 say.
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 say.
"he who hath small eyes, aint blind..."
