If I could go away,
all by myself I'd give a break
to your perfect, tired face;
you haven't slept since I got in.
And I'm held here prisoner
of the foolish things we counted on.
Ambition lets me down
at the worst times.

I keep telling you my whole life story;
you sleep tonight, and I'll hear yours tomorrow.
That is, if you feel like talking at all;
'cause it's not your style,
but I would sure like to know you better.

I have no will to find
the details that made our energy rise and drop like a cannonball;
you've been too quick to blame yourself.
Before we fall asleep,
let me stare in the eyes that carried me.
Soon I think I should go;
I want to go home.

I keep telling you my whole life story;
you sleep tonight, and I'll hear yours tomorrow.
That is, if you feel like talking at all;
'cause it's not your style,
but I would sure like to know you better.

Before I leave, I think I deserve to know you better.