Every time i think of you, I get a shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me, the wisdom of a fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes, and it's what nobody knows, and every day my confusion grows. Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment, you'll say the words that I can't say.