Our minds are full of esclalators and steep stairs
that lead to our insane cranium affairs
and to find the right mode to try to decode yours
is impossible

Far across the room you smile and throw me a wink
unless something was in your eye but from what I think
you feel just the same as I do each day that I think of you

You know so much more than I about where we are now
yes the balls in your court and your just sitting down
but when you toss me the next throw
my arm will pull and I'll let go
and then we're stuck with nothing
nothing but our different grounds

Our hearts are always working while though they're often diseased
By overflowing promises and never-ending needs
and I think you'll start to disease my heart
for the last time

But your eyes are motion pictures holding hidden snipes
so that the more and more I look, the more that I like
and that is why, I blame my eyes
for not turning

You know so much more than I about where we will be
cause your holding answers while I'm just holding old used dreams
and I would ask poilitely for a switch
but then I'll only lose the answers I get
and then we're stuck with nothing but
our broken dreams.

I will overstudy every movement that make without command
Do our fingers overlock whenever we are forced to hold hands?

Our tongues are locamotives overloaded with coal
motioning on tracks of words that lead from our soul
so excuse me miss, if the words I list
are improbable

You know so much more than I about who we are
yes you've got the ending while I'm just pretending I'm that far
But if you see my advances, and call my bluff
then I'm left with nothing, yes we're still stuck
stuck on our different grounds