So it could con me once with the promise that it's nothing
But these fatal returns have got to lead to something
The second hand ticks, so the minutes keep moving away
You've had a crisis of faith, my crises they keep coming
Crises cardiaques and the emptiness of nothing
You can't say if she'll even make it through the day
I guess I just picture a scared old woman trapped behind her eyes
Full shook. Tongue tied.
I've been thinking - no, I guess I'm resolving to
Steady hands, a calmness just see it through
I owe that much to you
I've used my distance to weigh in undecided
I can live with it but some nights I might regret it, too
I owe so much to you
I guess I just picture a scared old woman trapped behind her eyes
Full shook. Tongue tied.