I’m bothered by the way you try to walk away
When I need to talk to you
It’s not what you say
It’s what you do
Just like you don’t even care
It’s all those little things
Whoa that get to me
Won’t let them get to me
Whoa get to me
Right now we’ve got to stop and little simple talk
Judging by my evil face
Is our friendship that meaningless to you
I’m not asking you to stay
[Chorus]
It’s all coming back to me now.
But try as I have to keep,
The taste of you off of my tongue;
Your face from my fitful sleep.
An’ I wait and hope against hope like before.
An’ I wait an’ hope that I won’t anymore.
An’ this won’t stop till I do.
Until I learn to kill the thought,
Of everything I could have said:
Of everything I wished I’d not.
An’ I wait, hope against hope like before.
An’ I wait, hope that I won’t anymore.
Show rises up from the street,
An’ a crowd rises up to it’s feet.
I followed blind after you:
I might know better if I’d ever wanted to.
Instrumental Break.
The painting here is still not dry,
An’ I can smell it from the door.
It covers every mark you made:
The countin’ days are keepin’ score.
An’ I wait, hope against hope like before.
An’ I wait, an’ hope that I won’t anymore.
An’ I wait, hope against hope like before.
An’ I wait, an’ hope that I won’t anymore.
