can you feel it i don't think it's there this space has grown like my unruly hair
we've lost control and we don't even care it's tangled and knotted so tonight i'm cutting it down to the root...
my heart is chipped and so is mine i think it's not so bad 'cause we got wine to drink you spilled your words all over your dress it's red and it's spotted so sophisticated
... but i'm still a mess
when we played cowboys and indians i had you on the run but you would never fall when i shot you with my gun
when we were indians and cowboys you could never play fair i killed you with my tomahawk i scalped off all your hair
and when i asked "can you feel it?" you said i don't think its there
CHORUS: and you should know, i can't fake a feeling i'm no meisner, i can't stand repeating
the curtains drawn the crowd has gone home they want a refund, but i can't give them one
your written words stain your finger tips my pen is dry exhausted all its ink
your lips draw the shapes i'm deaf to the sounds that i've heard so often we are just the same but oh, so different
you speak so eloquently when we are apart but in tongues when standing closer to my heart
this isn't the same, it's not the same
CHORUS: and you should know, i can't fake a feeling i'm no meisner, i can't stand repeating
the curtains drawn the crowd has gone home they want a refund, but i can't
NO DON'T GO GO ... oh no [X2]
we all fall in and out [X2]
CHORUS: and you should know, i can't fake a feeling i'm no meisner, i can't stand repeating
the curtains drawn the crowd has gone home they want a refund, but i can't