Every time i think of youi feel shot right through with a bolt of blueit's no problem of minebut it's a problem i findliving a life that i can't leave behindbut there's no sense in telling methe wisdom of the fool won't set you freebut that's the way that it goesand it's what nobody knowsevery day my confusion growsEvery time i see you fallingi get down on my knees and prayi'm waiting for that final momentyou say the words that i can't sayI feel fine and i feel good i'm feeling like i never shouldwhenever i get this wayi just don't know what to saywhy can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday?i'm not sure what this could meani don't think you're what you seemi do admit to myselfthat if i hurt someone elsethen i'll never see just what we're meant to be