.
how many times do I have to try to tell you
that I'm sorry for the things I've done, but when I start to try to tell you
that's when you have to tell me, hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times:
why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut?
that's why it hurts so bad to hear the words that keep on falling from your mouth
falling from your mouth, falling from your mouth
tell me... why
I may be mad, I may be blind, I may be viciously unkind
but I can still read what you're thinking
and I've heard it said too many times that you'd be better off, besides...
why can't you see this boat is sinking?
let's go down to the water's edge, we can cast away those doubts
some things are better left unsaid, but they still turn me inside out
turning inside out turning inside out. . .
this is the book I never read, these are the words I never said
this is the path I'll never tread, these are the dreams I'll dream instead
this is the joy that's seldom spread, these are the tears...
the tears we shed
this is the fear, this is the dread, these are the contents of my head
and these are the years that we have spent and this is what they represent
and this is how I feel, do you know how I feel?
'cause I don't think you know how I feel, I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I fear, you don't know what I fear
how many times do I have to try to tell you
that I'm sorry for the things I've done, but when I start to try to tell you
that's when you have to tell me, hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times:
why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut?
that's why it hurts so bad to hear the words that keep on falling from your mouth
falling from your mouth, falling from your mouth
tell me... why
I may be mad, I may be blind, I may be viciously unkind
but I can still read what you're thinking
and I've heard it said too many times that you'd be better off, besides...
why can't you see this boat is sinking?
let's go down to the water's edge, we can cast away those doubts
some things are better left unsaid, but they still turn me inside out
turning inside out turning inside out. . .
this is the book I never read, these are the words I never said
this is the path I'll never tread, these are the dreams I'll dream instead
this is the joy that's seldom spread, these are the tears...
the tears we shed
this is the fear, this is the dread, these are the contents of my head
and these are the years that we have spent and this is what they represent
and this is how I feel, do you know how I feel?
'cause I don't think you know how I feel, I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I fear, you don't know what I fear
for the break that will make it ok
there's always some reason to feel not good enough
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins 
they may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
from this dark, cold room, and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of an angel, may you find some comfort here
so tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack 
it don't make no difference, escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness 
oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
from this dark, cold room,
and the endlessness that you fear 
you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You can stretch right up and touch the sky,
When the weather's fine, you got women,
Go out and see what you can find. If her daddy's rich,
Speed along the lane, do a ton, or a ton and twenty-five.
Make it good in a lay-by. We're not grey people, we're not dirty,
When the weather's fine we go fishing
Or go swimming in the sea. We're always happy,
Bring a bottle, wear your bright clothes.
Or maybe we'll settle down. If she's rich, if she's nice, bring you're friends
. . .which took me to
A thought is but a thought when a heart is not behind it
If one day you do find just what you left behind, then ring a bell
Give me love and I'll bring it back to you
That image in your mind it might be past or present
Give me love and I'll bring it back to you
. . .look around, all of this is inifinitely you. . .
