I’m in the middle of a drink Without it I can’t stay When I reach the top of the trees I’ll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away
I’m in the middle of a poem This one’s not for you And as I was counting size May have missed out on my moon
I don’t have the sadness in the place it should’ve been And I don’t have a darkness over all I break and all I’m in I have glass in my throat when I sing About what an almost love it could’ve been
I can’t ever sleep All my dreams are in a width of languages the tongue can speak And before the birds are hurt Shrouded in the devil’s cloud to watch the morning burn
I don’t have the sadness in the place it should’ve been And I don’t have a darkness over all I break and all I’m in I have glass in my throat when I sing About what an almost love it could’ve been
I gather my yesterdays They’re all I could hold but in the end I saved I’ll find a new way to be alone, oo-oh Another heart away I’ve grown I’m in the middle of a dream This one’s not with you If I fall will you swallow me whole? Turning into you and turn myself into a fool Turning into you and turn myself into a fool Oo-oh
Turning into you and turn myself into a fool Turning into you and turn myself into a fool Oo-oh