Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds
I wish the ceiling was the ground
I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
To help me make up for this one
While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone
And I can't remember what you do
To find a way to turn the signal back
To Heaven sounding blue and bring me faithful back to you
And she don't hold me right
She's never going to get me there
And she don't hold me right
She's never gonna get me there, not tonight
If we break off gently in slow motion
Spinning outward into space
My hand, always firm and gently at the wheel
I discreetly hold my face
And I need you to give it meaning
I need you to share the view
Or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing I do
And she don't hold me right
She's never going to get me there
And she don't hold me right
She's never going to get me there, not tonight
