Please excuse me, I'm not thinking clear It must just be stress But I likely shouldn't be here, I'm such a mess
I never really ever know what to say When all of my emotions get in the way I'm just trying to get us on the same page (Wish I could explain)
I always get it better right afterward When all the wrong impressions are said and heard How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey Wish I could explain The things that I have to work out
I don't feel right What has come over me, I'm about To lose my mind
I never really ever know what to say When all of my emotions get in the way I'm just trying to get us on the same page (Wish I could explain)
I always get it better right afterward When all the wrong impressions are said and heard How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey Wish I could explain
Can I let the trees do the talking Can I let the ground do the walking Can I let the sky fill what's missing Can I let my mouth do the listening, the listening
I never really ever know what to say When all of my emotions get in the way I'm just trying to get us on the same page
I always get it better right afterward When all the wrong impressions are said and heard How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey Wish I could explain What I mean to say
Compositores: Dave Thomson, Lights Valerie Anne Poxleitner ECAD: Obra #3549779 Fonograma #6068300