Funny, isn't it, how my nerves can't even tell the difference
Between pain and pleasure though my memory knows better
It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed
I'd be a coward, keeping from one eye what the other knows

From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello

I hear the businesses outside my window rollin' up their gates
And tonight when they go back down again they're gonna sound the same
All the clocks, they have stopped
so I'll have to trust the night where it hangs
Or I'm gonna fear I'm gonna, I'll go insane
It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed
I'd be a coward keeping from one eye what the other knows

From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello
From far away your hand in the air
Could mean goodbye
Could mean hello

Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know
Either way you wear the same sad smile, so
You've got to let me keep you close enough to know