No matter where you go No wonder what you do There never seems to be Enough for you what you wont do
Like I'm a stop sign, Against a hurricane I'd like to speak about it But I cant seem to complain
Take off that stress I guess I made a mess of us again
Baby, tell me, tell me, What I gotta do to get through to you Baby, tell me, tell me, what I gotta do to get through to you
Turn off the lights again, c'mon relax a bit What you don't feel right now, is likely counterfeit Without a single word, go head and speak your mind Without a single word, you'll learn to say it fine