In the middle of the pale blue light,
I close my eyes and see, in black and white,
pictures of us laughing in the night
when we were young at heart.

Music stutters from my stereo.
Voices crawling through the small window
telling me I better say hello
before we drift apart.

Fine,
I'm as awful as you say
and I just get in the way
when you're stretching out
your wings.

But,
did you ever stop to think
that you're the missing link
in this chain that you
have made?

Yes,
the one that keeps you down
like the corners of your mouth
when a smile is trying to
come out.

So,
just before you turn me loose,
I ask you to think of whose
fault this is and what's
to gain.

Sometimes when I lie
half awake in the night
the streetlights take
the form of your face.
The way that they twist
and they turn and they kiss.
But I wont settle for this
cold embrace.

So I'm here on all fours
feeling 'round for the door.
Gotta see you once more.
Please be soon,
'cause I'm tired of being
trapped under this ceiling
or starin' outside
at the moon.

One more hour in your arms
is all that I need to feel warm.
One last kiss and I'm gone
and I won't bother you anymore.

Do you still remember
that day in November
when I held your hand
in the park?
The light danced around you,
I was happy I found you.
Tell me, how did it end up
so dark?

Now I'm talking to shadows,
wond'rin' where does the time go?
I don't know, but I
waste too much.
If you want to ignore me,
it's prob'ly best for me.
I'm a fool and I acted
as such.

But if you find your heart changes,
if your hate rearranges
into something that I'll recognize,
don't brush it away, girl.
Find something to say, girl,
and we can begin to revise.

One more hour in your arms
is all that I need to be warm.
One kiss is all that it takes
to make all the light shine
once more.

It seems to me that I've
got myself a situation.
The girl I love doesn't even
know that I exist.
The more I think, the closer
I get to a revelation -
when she's away I'll write
my name down on her grocery list.

Even though we sleep
beside each other every night,
she doesn't reach for me. In turn,
I never reach for her.
I try my best to justify it,
but it isn't right.
The hardest thing to do
seems to be the only cure.

Maybe when I'm gone she'll
see the error of her judgment.
Maybe she'll be sorry when
I ain't walking through the door.
They say that time heals all wounds,
but maybe it doesn't.
At least she'll think of me
when she's shopping at the store.

I used to think that all I wanted
was someone to love me,
someone to give me all their
warmth and trust and sympathy.
The more I sit here in this
empty room beside a window,
the more I realize that that
kind of life ain't meant for me.

I'm making friends with all the
shadows climbing on my rooftop,
and I hear music in the leaves
that rustle in the wind.
And I dont need no pity, girl,
I kinda like the struggle.
Like feeling 'round for the doorknob
when the lights are dimmed.

Each day someone will call and
offer me a new solution,
and while I do respect the
depths of their true concern,
they have to realize solitude
and silence both are virtues -
but that's a lesson that I
hope they never need to learn.