It's coming up roses
Or pushing up daisies
No, I'm never really sure
Through the view of these tinted glasses
Bringing passion to a world where it's removed
And I think that I love you
But probably not
I'm so easily confused
By the words that we whisper in the shadows of the dark.
What does it matter
With your feet on the ground
Your head up in the clouds
You pulling on these heartstrings
But I keep pulling them back down
To the ground where we first met
And how we've become
So commonly misunderstood
But I'm doing this for the greater good
God bless all of the rest because I'm damned to repeat this, again
God bless the beautiful wreck and the mess that it has brought it
I'll get to the point now
Of the promises made
The promises never true
I'm climbing over mountain tops
Just to get right back to you
The notes that were wasted
And the melodies sang
Of the songs that never were
I'd do anything to get right back to her
God bless all of the rest because I'm damned to repeat this
Damned to repeat this
Damned to repeat this
Damned to repeat this
Again