The clock ticks to the same
beating rhythm of your thumping heart,
beneath your sins. And
you can't admit, we're
not ready, but the
champagne glasses were already tipped.
with the last drop, tickling, down blurry skin,
and leaving our ambitions at teh check in.
We're a long way from finding happiness
when we can't face reality.
And we can't pretend that this
was less then wonderful
cause I always find a way
under your skin.
Drive home, 15 miles,
heading toward the East,
you're still sleeping in.
Never knew, each time where I am,
I never, bothered to explain. When,
dawn breaks, today it starts over again.
Today we pretend it's the end. again.
We're a long way from finding happiness
when we can't face reality.
And we can't pretend that this
was less then wonderful
cause I always find a way
under your skin.
It's no use pretending
when we're so wrong
feeding off of the empty emotion
we have never belonged.
Yet time after time
when I find you
there's no doubt
I'll be right behind you, to,
start the games again.
We're a long way from finding happiness
when we don't know how to stop beign cruel.
We're a long way from finding happiness
when we can't face reality.
And we can't pretend that this
was less then wonderful
cause I always find a way
under your skin.
