And lay pride aside, if I had any sense left at all
When a heart beats for someone who's not there
Almost home, almost there, almost taste
Voices call that only I can hear
When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong?
And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
And lay pride aside, if I had any sense left at all
How many times must I tell myself that you're gone?
When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong?
How many times must I tell myself that you're gone?
And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
On my mind, in my heart, on my face
Love can hurt much more than one can bear
Who would have thought love was something I would fear
