There are ways, there are many ways you could say all this.

There are days, there are many days it is hit or miss.

And I know, this could be a warning of some sort to me.



Maybe now, maybe now you're ready to see what you've done.

Waiting for, waiting for the answer that I'm the one.

So I'll meet you in Greece and we'll sail the Mediterranean Sea.



Time just took a toll on me, and turned me cold and cynical.

Can I forgive the past and you, and see them not as obstacles?



I'll take love from the bottle, and I won't choke on the throttle.

So, does this mean I'm playing it safe?

Oh, yeah.



Heavenly, heavenly are feelings I have for you.

Motherly, motherly are instincts I'm not into.

And I know, this could be a warning of some sort to me.



Blinded by contentment, and refusing to see truth at all.

Denying that I'm flying too the edge will will never stop the fall.



I'll lay pads on the ground before I jump off of the building.

So does this mean I'm going to live?



Eyes wide open, I'm still hoping there's a way,

For this cycle to be broken, closer everyday...

Yeah, yeah.



I'll take love from the bottle and I won't choke on the throttle,

and I'll lay pads on the ground before I jump off of the building.

So, does this mean I'm going to;

Does this mean I'm going to;

Does this mean I'm going to live?



There are ways, there are many ways you could say all this.

There are days, there are many days it is hit or miss.

And I know, this could be a warning of some sort to me.

Oh, too me. Too me.