Argh! If it wasn't for the eyes
those eyes that see into my soul
and bore the deepest hole
down through all the lies.

I know its not it, I know its the end
I know its at the point we can't pretend
we dont know how, we cant see the way
our fingers pointing towards other horizons
and we hope to get to the same place

I'm going to miss you so much,
I'm going to miss your warm touch,
I'm going to miss your chest and the nook in your neck
i'm going to miss the smell of your sweat

I know it can't be, I know its not me
so many things that are clear to see
God the gut certainly knows how to turn
twisting the love into a burn.

The love that burnt brightly out
now is burning all the way in
I don't want to wash you off my skin
but keeping you to myself
when I knew I couldn't light your face
Was like pulling feathers off your wings
to keep you in the same place.