Sun, shines hot across your face

you tell me every mans a liar or a theif


and I could


try to prove you wrong

but we both know


that I can't get to what you need




it's all


its all becoming clear


weeks turned months turned years

and I can't get to what you need





it's long gone gone

and it's never coming back


all my habits


they're the richest things in me




my love


I only feel right on my knees

so I'll stay down


and watch you float away




it's all


it's all becoming clear


weeks turned months turned years

and I can't get to what you need





our love

it's riding on it's rails


it's stutters sparks then fails


I can't get to what you need




shut up


it's all me

I know it's really not fair


so shut up


it's all me

I know its really not fair


really not fair




and its all

all becoming clear

weeks turned months turned years


and I can't get to what you need




our love

it's riding on it's rails

it stutters sparks and fails


but I can't get to what you need



but I can't get to you


I can't get to you