Sometimes I think I'm just beginning to understand
What makes our nights slow
Is there nothing wrong with being right here, right now
And not knowing what to do about it all
Another comes to me emitting thoughts that might be strange to sound minds
"Is there no more time for us to learn to breathe, gentler"
"Or should it be earned?"
Behind this door, someone will start hurting
Behind this door, someone is crying
There's nothing left to steal from here
There's not much more, not much more to be dreaming in
Can't you see how much I've tried to turn you away from me
To a new destiny
And I wonder if I'll ever be in something better
There's nothing wrong with how you love
If you see me now, you will see how much I change by the weather
When we return to our senses
There'll be no more tears to cry
There is no turning, turn back and life will bore away
So sometimes I wish I was a porn star
So life will be loaded with stimulation
And I believe there's something much more than what we ignore
Is there no more chance for us to try again
I'd hate to be trading dreams for news and thoughts
There's nothing left to steal from here
There's not much more
Not much more to be dreaming in
Can't you see how much I've tried to turn you away from me
To a new destiny
And I wonder if I'll ever be in something better
There's nothing wrong with how you love
If you see me now, you will see how much I change by the weather
When we return to our senses
There'll be no more tears to cry
No more tears to cry