I Might Be Wrong

If you locked me inside with the whore and the bride I could tell you which one was all painted with sin 'Cause one will divide, where the other collides And she'll try to tell my lover where I have been The way that she looks at you's not quite how she looks at me But she and I have quite the history, as you can see And weekends go by, and the time starts to fly I begin to think that this is some kind of game Trapped in this play, thinking day after day 'Can I give my love to her and keep myself sane?' The way that I think of you's not quite how you think of me But you and I have quite the kinship as you can see I might be wrong again This time I think that I might have it right And if I could try without raising suspicions I'd call you up every single night And I can't write melodies Like you can write stories With stars you pick out from the sky But I hear your voice every time that I close my eyes Now summer is dying, my mind is still trying To keep on reminding me of all my mistakes I swear I'm not lying, your love's Just Like Flying Or would be, if I could just do what it takes I'm just afraid you'll consider my motives unclean If you and I could be alone, then the devil makes three I might be wrong again This time I think that I might have it right And if I could try without raising suspicions I'd call you up every single night And I can't write melodies Like you can write stories With stars you pick out from the sky But I hear your voice every time that I close my eyes I might be wrong again This time I think that I might have it right And if I could try without raising suspicions I'd call you up every single night And I can't write melodies Like you can write stories With stars you pick out from the sky But I hear your voice every time that I close my eyes