If I could go away, All by myself I'd give a break To your perfect, tired face; You haven't slept since I got in. And I'm held here prisoner Of the foolish things we counted on. Ambition lets me down At the worst times. I keep telling you my whole life story; You sleep tonight, and I'll hear yours tomorrow. That is, if you feel like talking at all; 'Cause it's not your style, But I would sure like to know you better. I have no will to find The details that made our energy rise and drop like a cannonball; You've been too quick to blame yourself. Before we fall asleep, Let me stare in the eyes that carried me. Soon I think I should go; I want to go home. I keep telling you my whole life story; You sleep tonight, and I'll hear yours tomorrow. That is, if you feel like talking at all; 'Cause it's not your style, But I would sure like to know you better. Before I leave, I think I deserve to know you better.