For this reasonnI will think of what I've donenI will convince myself I'm finenAnd then I'll hate what I've becomennEverything is coming down to shadows or the sunnIt's just to live inside your headnOr pretend that you're in love againnnTalk to me, let on to menNot like you never rannI may not be the perfect lovernAnd I'm not the perfect mannnIf there's a truth I'm hiding itnI think because I cannCause I'm afraid of what I'm sayingnI'm afraid of what I am againnnDon't put yourself above thisnWe all want what we can't havenYou just wanna be in lovenAnd I just wanna take it backnnI wish it was the seasonnAnd not me that made you sadnPerhaps I'm flattered by intentionsnI've made up inside my head againnnYou still think of menI'm not asking you to wait I never wouldnDie so quietlynAnd I bet you'd let the world know if you couldnnDon't act so surprised, yeanWhen I quote you on your worknYou had advertised it wellnAnd I relate to every wordnnAnd if a man takes you awaynPerhaps you'll change your gunga-dinnYou like to change the things you say?nPerhaps one day you'll change them back againnnThis is not religiouslynBut nothing without faithnWhat is making is more realnTo put your heartache on display?nnPerhaps you'll trustnAnd maybe worknAnd maybe one day praynBut not a bit of that will matternIf you're waiting on a better daynnThink he'll stumble on the things that you have wished?nWell best of lucknI guess you could be right, and I suppose I could be wrongnBut I doubt Devendra gives a flying fucknnYou're still wonderingnIf it's wishful thinking, tell me- I am gonenSky goes a'thunderingnAnd the words I mean to say just come out wrong