| For twenty-seven years I’ve been trying
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| To believe and confide in
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| Different people I’ve found
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| Some of them got closer than others
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| Some wouldn’t even bother
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| And then you came around
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| I didn’t really know what to call you
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| You didn’t know me at all
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| But I was happy to explain
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| I never really knew how to move you
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| So I tried to intrude through
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| The little holes in your veins
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| And I saw you
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| But that’s not an invitation, that’s all I get
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| If this is communication, I disconnect
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| I’ve seen you, I know you but I don’t know how to connect
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| So I disconnect
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| You always seem to know where to find me
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| And I’m still here behind you
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| In the corner of your eye
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| I’ll never really learn how to love you
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| But I know that I love you
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| Through the hole in the sky
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| Where I see you
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| And that’s not an invitation, that’s all I get
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| If this is communication, I disconnect
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| I’ve seen you, I know you but I don’t know how to connect
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| So I disconnect
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| Well this is an invitation, its not a threat
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| If you want communication, that’s what you get
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| I’m talking and talking but I don’t know how to connect
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| And I hold a record for being patient
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| With your kind of hesitation
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| I need you, you want me but I don’t know how to connect
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| So I disconnect
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| I disconnect |