You can tell me what you want
You can tell how you feel
You can tell me what you need
You can tell me what's real
Theirs not a day that doesn't pass that you don't cross my mind
Next time the ball is in my court i'll shoot my shot in time
Pick up the pieces we could go home
Lost in the feeling wishing for more
Lavender flowers, it's after hours
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters
I take a breathe
You take your time
I call your phone
You hit decline
Leave it to him he knows why things change
Coming up short unequal exchange
Spiritual healing not so appealing
Hands to the ceiling hard to explain
I take a breathe
You take your time
I follow suit
You fall in line
You can tell me what you want
You can tell how you feel
You can tell me what you need
You can tell me what's real
Theirs not a day that doesn't pass that you don't cross my mind
Next time the ball is in my court i'll shoot my shot in time