And the lemonade stand girls on a suburban afternoon
I am leaving cuz I love you, I am leaving cuz I don't
And I am hoping you will follow, and I'm praying that you won't
Let me go
I am captive in your presence I will melt before your eyes
But I still crave your approval, and I'm helpless when you criticize, criticize
Cuz it's written on your body -- it's on the tip of your tongue
The look in your eyes, in the glare of the sun
The touch of your cold fingers, when you say goodbye
The way that you linger
The way that you lie
You saw me through the keyhole of a door that I kept locked
But I'd decorate the threshold just in case you knocked
What I might feel on the edges you will never come to know
And who I might be in the corners I will never ever ever ever show
Never show
Cuz it's written on my body -- it's on the tip of my tongue
The look in my eyes, in the glare of the sun
The touch of my cold fingers, when I say goodbye
The way that I linger
The way that I lie
Who said that love would linger who said that love would last
When we cannot seize the moment and we will not leave the past
I don't think I was afraid of you but how could I be sure
When with every altercation you were showing me the door
Well here I go, here I go, here I go...
Cuz it's written on our bodies -- it's on the tip of our tongues
The look in our eyes, in the glare of the sun
The touch of our cold fingers, when we say goodbye
The way that we linger
The way that we lie
The touch of your fingers
The look in your eyes
The way we accuse
The way we deny
I am walking past the sprinklers and the newly painted porches And the lemonade stand girls on a suburban afternoon I am leaving cuz I love you, I am leaving cuz I don't And I am hoping you will follow, and I'm praying that you won't Let me go I am captive in your presence I will melt before your eyes But I still crave your approval, and I'm helpless when you criticize, criticize Cuz it's written on your body -- it's on the tip of your tongue The look in your eyes, in the glare of the sun The touch of your cold fingers, when you say goodbye The way that you linger The way that you lie You saw me through the keyhole of a door that I kept locked But I'd decorate the threshold just in case you knocked What I might feel on the edges you will never come to know And who I might be in the corners I will never ever ever ever show Never show Cuz it's written on my body -- it's on the tip of my tongue The look in my eyes, in the glare of the sun The touch of my cold fingers, when I say goodbye The way that I linger The way that I lie Who said that love would linger who said that love would last When we cannot seize the moment and we will not leave the past I don't think I was afraid of you but how could I be sure When with every altercation you were showing me the door Well here I go, here I go, here I go... Cuz it's written on our bodies -- it's on the tip of our tongues The look in our eyes, in the glare of the sun The touch of our cold fingers, when we say goodbye The way that we linger The way that we lie The touch of your fingers The look in your eyes The way we accuse The way we deny Explain Request ×
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