Sun, shines hot across your face

you tell me every mans a liar or a theif

and I could

try to prove you wrong

but we both know

that I can't get to what you need



it's all

its all becoming clear

weeks turned months turned years

and I can't get to what you need



it's long gone gone

and it's never coming back

all my habits

they're the richest things in me



my love

I only feel right on my knees

so I'll stay down

and watch you float away



it's all

it's all becoming clear

weeks turned months turned years

and I can't get to what you need



our love

it's riding on it's rails

it's stutters sparks then fails

I can't get to what you need



shut up

it's all me

I know it's really not fair

so shut up

it's all me

I know its really not fair

really not fair



and its all

all becoming clear

weeks turned months turned years

and I can't get to what you need



our love

it's riding on it's rails

it stutters sparks and fails

but I can't get to what you need



but I can't get to you

I can't get to you