All in

Every time I think of you I get a shot right through into, a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living the 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 words 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'll never see just what we're meant to be. Every time I see you falling I 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.