Here 

the future is only so near 

why should we all be alone 

everynight on the way home 

this time 

we should be starting again 

get up I'm counting to 10 

seeing you combing your hair 

pretending that no one is there 

you know 

it can be better than that 



but wait until tomorrow morning 

learning to be you is what hurts most 

close your eyes and hold your terror close 



out here 

I hear you come in loud and clear 

I carried you till it got dark 

and then walked you home through the park 

you're right 

strangers are easy to like 

thunder and lightning will strike 

make the move you'll get the knack 

echoes that don't answer back 

just please give me the chance to say no 



but wait until tomorrow morning 

learning to be you is what hurts most 

close your eyes and hold your terror close