It's not a question of wanting you If I thought I could, I would As the clouds roll in at will And I got to keep on moving to be still
Still
In the time it takes for you to wake The calm I feel has slipped away And I am left here in this open space
It's not a question of wanting to If I thought I could, I would But the clouds roll in at will And there's always something Inside that can't be killed That won't be still
In the time it takes for you to wake The calm I feel has slipped away And I am left here in this open space
The suffocating choice of The suffocating choice of The suffocating choice of anyway