Certain kinds of nights,
find me swimming alone,
inside my bed
Certain kinds of songs
leave me without a sound
without a trace
Now I know,
something aint right
inside of her
Certain kinds of sounds
find me slippin' away
Driftin away
Certain kinds of light,
find me sfalling into
her summer dress
Now I know,
something aint right
inside of her
It's not out of respect,
the door is closed but the walls still haunt me
Still haunt me
Now I know,
somethin aint right
inside of her