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