underneath the yellow lights

i tried to be standoffish

but you said it wasn't the thought

that could count anymore

if we ever had a pact

well, i'm sure i broke it that night

honest feelings covered up by

more important things to do



and my heart of ice is harder to break

than one that's soft and warm

if i had a hammer i'd do it myself

just to make it easier on you



i put you on my fix-it list

next to my broken armchair

i never use it anymore

but it sure beats facing you..



you cried as i thought that i could run

just to get away from all this



all the screwballs down the drain

along with all our scruples

farther down the whole we

couldn't dig ourselves out

underneath the yellow lights

my vision's getting lazy

but it took a while to find out

just what we couldn't see