almost love

i'm in the middle of a drink

without it i can't stay

when i reach the top of the trees

i'll unwrap my fingers

free my foot and run away

i'm in the middle of a poem

this one's not for you

and as i was counting size

may have missed out on my moon

i don't have the sadness in the place it should've been

and i don't have a darkness over all i break and all i'm in

i have glass in my throat when i sing

about what an almost love it could've been

i can't ever sleep

all my dreams are in a width of languages the tongue can speak

and before the birds are hurt

shrouded in the devil's cloud to watch the morning burn

i don't have the sadness in the place it should've been

and i don't have a darkness over all i break and all i'm in

i have glass in my throat when i sing

about what an almost love it could've been

i gather my yesterdays

they're all i could hold but in the end i saved

i'll find a new way to be alone

oo-oh

another heart away i've grown

i'm in the middle of a dream

this one's not with you

if i fall will you swallow me whole?

turning into you and turn myself into a fool

turning into you and turn myself into a fool

oo-oh

turning into you and turn myself into a fool

turning into you and turn myself into a fool

oo-oh

so you think i'm a fool