I'm trying so hard
To keep the sides of my mind apart
What do you want of me?
Some things we cannot wear on the outside
I've tried drawing a line
'Round the edge of my heart
Where do you want to start?
Behind, if I turn my back on it
I woke but I couldn't open my eyes
Behind, if I turn my back on it
I spoke but all in straight lines
I'm taking my time
And using it and losing it
I'll see you on TV
I wrote to you and you wrote to me
Five hundred times, but I couldn't see
The answer was in front of me
So where do you want to start?
