No matter where you go
No wonder what you do
There never seems to be
Enough for you what you wont do
Like I'm a stop sign,
Against a hurricane
I'd like to speak about it
But I cant seem to complain
Take off that stress I guess I made a mess of us again
Baby, tell me, tell me, What I gotta do to get through to you
Baby, tell me, tell me, what I gotta do to get through to you
Turn off the lights again, c'mon relax a bit
What you don't feel right now, is likely counterfeit
Without a single word, go head and speak your mind
Without a single word, you'll learn to say it fine