every time i think of you

i get a short right through into a bolt of blue

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

and every day my confusion grows

every time i see you falling

i get down on my knees and pray

i'm waiting for the final moment

you say the word that i can't say

i feel fine and i feel good

i feel like i never 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'd never see just what we're meant to be

every time i see you falling i'll

get down on my knees and pray

i'm waiting for the final moment you'll

say the words that i can't say

every time i see you falling i'll

get down on my knees and pray

i'm waiting for the final moment you'll

say the words that i can't say