A man stands in the doorway like a small child 
angry fists 
she lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow 
and she stares at the moon 
he speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before 
and pretty soon she just let`s his voice fade away 

and she thinks... 


This was a gradual steel frost 
that started with cold feet 
and ended with numb hearts 


This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is 

It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone 
but now it`s exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these 
hands had 
intended and still I cry in my sleep 

He always said I was too sensitive, 

but I say 

(chorus) 

at least I never meant to make him cry. 
At least I never meant to make him hurt that way 
Nooo I never meant to make him cry 
Never meant to make him hurt that way 

Yes it`s true, I`m too senstive 
but he takes pleasure in my pain. 
Yes it`s true, I`m too senstive 
but he takes pleasure in my pain. 

And the unheard hours they fly by 
she goes to the window 
she puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair 
he`s already asleep 
by the time she 

goes and lays herself back down. 
she thinks 

my god, what am i doing hear? 

My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes, 
and I feel if I were to stay one more night here I`d die or explode 
or worse yet just fade away. 
There have been days so dark that I felt like august 
and that I soon too would turn to fall. 
he always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much 
the world could kill me that way. 
I wonder if he`s only half alive or if he`s simply always been this 
inarticulate, 
cause i say 

(repeat chorus) 

And she get`s out of bed and looks at her feet as though they 
were the wings for her freedom 
she gets up and goes to the door 
it`s a moment in which anything can happen 
instead she gets out some clothing 
puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping 

while she heads for the door.