Saturday 21 March 2009 photo 2/6
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I can't control my hope
I can't control my dreams
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't do anything
call you in the morning
crying on the phone
glad to hear your voice
but your voice has turned ice-cold
leaving loads of messages,
leaving you notes on your locked up door
and your shut off phone
It was that very moment that I made up my mind
there's no longer no use for me to try
the worst case scenario is what we've been going through
worse than anything I can relate to
I've never moved on, I've always been stuck
left so much behind without building it up
so long since I wished to get up in the morning
so long since anything but singing had a meaning
the worst case scenario is what we've been going through
I can't control my hope
I can't control my dreams
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't do anything
I can't control my dreams
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't do anything
call you in the morning
crying on the phone
glad to hear your voice
but your voice has turned ice-cold
leaving loads of messages,
leaving you notes on your locked up door
and your shut off phone
It was that very moment that I made up my mind
there's no longer no use for me to try
the worst case scenario is what we've been going through
worse than anything I can relate to
I've never moved on, I've always been stuck
left so much behind without building it up
so long since I wished to get up in the morning
so long since anything but singing had a meaning
the worst case scenario is what we've been going through
I can't control my hope
I can't control my dreams
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't do anything