On my own volition I pound my head against the wall And I don't hear it when you call Tumbling down the stairway I still try to make the phone I call you back but your not home
Full of good intention I read the paper to myself I try to act like someone else Barely past the headline I still remember what you said I'll hold it in until I'm dead
I best be getting on with this But I can't get you out my head Ten times a day when I stop to pray I ask that you would let me in
Beading on the window The weather underneath my eyes Is it rain or am I crying TV in the distance Am I awake or still asleep I feel a hand against my cheek
I best be getting on with this But I can't get you out of my head Ten times a day when I stop to pray I ask that you would let me in
Like every time before I'll sing a metaphor To try to shed some light inside my mind A lot of good that will do I can't get inside of you To take back the back the past and make things ne
I best be getting on with this But I can't get you out my head Ten times a day when I stop to pray I ask that you would let me inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
