It's not the heat that makes the dreams seem so real to younnIt's not the pain that makes the days seem so long to be awake for younnIt's not the pictures on the walls, it's not the letters in the mail you sendnnIt's all the things I've tried so hard to keep so far away from younnThe hardest part I've ever had to say is thet I wanted you to stay the samennIf we had swords that could speak we'd be ahead of the gamennIf our tongues could push teeth well then I do believe that whenever I wake up my conscience will be clear of all the things I've tried so hard to keep so far away from you.