I can never say you're wrong It's as easy as off and on You know it's true Maybe I'm half asleep It wouldn't even take a week To convince you But things are not like that And there is no contract Yet I can smell your hair still from the last time you were here Perhaps what's left of me Is invisible twice a week From noon til three So I will sing until the mistake Reaches fingers down my throat Will the image last forever Or shrink into a mote And I will dream like a nightmare I will laugh until you cry And all these sticky situations Did they help make up your mind? Holding back to you Holding back is something I can't do And each time when I looked Each time when I looked it stayed the same You're already gone But I can't help but call And time drips like molasses from your hair onto your glasses It's okay to me But my thoughts are like the breeze That flow up and down the trees in through your hair into my lungs So I can sing until the mistake Reaches fingers down my throat Will the image lasts forever Or let shrink into a mote If I could dream like a nightmare I will laugh until you cry And all these sticky situations Did they help make up your mind?