I found out

You were

In a mess

You caught me playin songs for you



Lipstick stains

On your ciggarettes

You caught me playin songs for you

And its bending my mind again



Interesting how you watch the night

And look right through me

Facing the sky

When I ask you why

You look right through me



Climbed the fire to the hidaway

You caught me slipping on a thought

Practical in the things you say

You caught me slipping on a thought

And its bending my mind again



Interesting how you watch the night

And look right through me

Facing the sky

When I ask you why

You look right through me



We get lucky and

Turned around the space you got to find yourself

We slip up when we havent found

The space you got to find yourself



And its bending my mind again



Interesting how you watch the night

And look right through me





[Thanks to digital_rain021@msn.com for these lyrics]