Texty: Silverstein. Arrivals And Departures. Bodies And Words.

This conversation always ends with goodbye

you're standing here behind the door
you're waiting with your hope

maybe you just have to sleep
in someone elses bed
maybe you just have to keep
searching for something better than perfect
which you know will never exist
its cut and dry

there's no defense-like look on our face
you know this

the clock is running down on me
theres no way i can win

maybe you just have to sleep
in someone elses bed
maybe you just have to keep
searching for something better than perfect
which you know will never exist
its cut and dry

i've known this all along
i loved you anyways
despite all your deceit

this cold point of view
was prepared for how i would have felt

now all we have left are bodies and words
i can hear your voice forever

maybe you just have to sleep
in someone elses bed
maybe you just have to keep
searching for something better than perfect
which you know will never exist
its cut and dry

(Thanks to mary for these lyrics)