Nothing like this, felt in her kiss
Fell for her charm, lost in her arms
Give me a glimpse, let me come in
Here it begins, here is the sin
You think you're smart, I think you art
It doesn't work, feeling like dirt
Feeling like you don't care
We get a room and in her gloom
Clothes on the bed, "love me", she said
I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(Bury the heart-shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
Hair blown in an open car
Summer dress slips down her arm
Hair blown in an open car
Okay, what's next after the sex?
Finding the time, drawing the line
Gave her the hours, gave her the power
Gave her the truth, gave her the proof
I'm getting feelings I'm hiding too well
(I hide the feelings far too well) (bury the heart-shaped shell)
Something broke inside my stomach
I let the pieces lie just where they fell
(I left the pieces where they fell) (being with you is hell)
Hair blown in an open car
Summer dress slips down her arm
Hair blown in an open car
On a drive out to the farm
Hair blown in an open car
Hair blown in an open car
Summer dress slips down your arm
Hair blown in an open car
WRITERS
Colin Edwin Balch, Gavin Richard Harrison, Richard Barbieri, Steven Wilson