I'm trying so hard To keep the sides of my mind apart What do you want of me? Some things we cannot wear on the outside I've tried drawing a line 'Round the edge of my heart Where do you want to start?
Behind, if I turn my back on it I woke but I couldn't open my eyes Behind, if I turn my back on it I spoke but all in straight lines
I'm taking my time And using it and losing it I'll see you on TV I wrote to you and you wrote to me Five hundred times, but I couldn't see The answer was in front of me So where do you want to start?