You took the best part; you kept it for yourself
Just like an alter piece; it’s hanging on some shelf
Right or wrong
I’m the one who’s staring up at it tonight

I saw you sitting in the garden with some guy
Just a little conversation
Man, I know those kinds
There you go
Making molehills out of mountains
Right or wrong
I’m the one who’s waiting up for you tonight

Well I had a dream; I had a stupid fantasy
That all I’d see was you
And all you’d see was me
The bigger picture coloured in
A silver lining that’s worn thin
Glued to the TV screen
And all I seem to do is dream
Not so well
Not so well
Not so well

You left me whispers and talking in my sleep
You’ve keep me dancing on with two left feet
So here I go making molehills out of mountains
Right or wrong,
I’m the one not giving up on it tonight
I’m the one not giving up on it tonight