I could think all day about all of the things I could say 
to you But I won't even try to sway you I might drink a 
few, what's the point, I've got too much to lose No I 
don't want a drink I want you Chorus: Most times my mind 
is open to reason everything falls into place But when 
you start to talk about going then that's something I 
cannot face nothing can take your place. Pacing around my 
room. I keep facing disasters that loom Yes my very 
survival's at stake (Chorus)