Sun, shines hot across your face
you tell me every mans a liar or a theif
and I could
try to prove you wrong
but we both know
that I can't get to what you need
it's all
its all becoming clear
weeks turned months turned years
and I can't get to what you need
it's long gone gone
and it's never coming back
all my habits
they're the richest things in me
my love
I only feel right on my knees
so I'll stay down
and watch you float away
it's all
it's all becoming clear
weeks turned months turned years
and I can't get to what you need
our love
it's riding on it's rails
it's stutters sparks then fails
I can't get to what you need
shut up
it's all me
I know it's really not fair
so shut up
it's all me
I know its really not fair
really not fair
and its all
all becoming clear
weeks turned months turned years
and I can't get to what you need
our love
it's riding on it's rails
it stutters sparks and fails
but I can't get to what you need
but I can't get to you
I can't get to you