Every time I think of you, I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find, living a life that I can't leave behind. But there's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free; but that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows, well, every day my confusion grows. Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment you say the words that I can't say.