A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an
unmade bed, A picture window with a view, and all
I think about is you To feel so bad, to feel so

good, to let it be misunderstood, Now I long to
lose my senses to love you all over again.


The shouted words, the tired sighs, the traded
kiss of sad goodbyes, The living off of our
desires, then putting out a thousand fires: To

feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be
misunderstood, Now I'd tear down my defenses to
love you all over again.


To know a place without regret, you make believe
you paid your debt But in that clean and quiet

room you can't believe it's over yet.

Out on a lark, at home asleep, the endings play,

the bands retreat But in that dumb luck of the
few, the consolation comes to you: To feel so bad,
to feel so good, the verdict's in ? it's

understood I will be tried for my offenses and
love you all over again.