Wood

Can you recall what the young girl had said? No smile on her face, her eyes were all red Unable to speak out the words in her head. Was it as good as you hoped it would be? Your mind is consumed, but your body is free That's at least what you tell yourself You don't have to wait any more, just close your eyes, it'll all be all right. I'm sorry for wasting your time, and stealing your lines, when I ran out of mine. And you know, I was well asleep tonight before I even closed my eyes, so I can't give you what I should But I suppose this is the spot where we both start, and I'll take out my burnt out heart and I will strip it back to wood. Wasn't it odd how the young boy regressed? He isn't a man, but he sure tries his best And he's more one than some when he's put to the test... I cannot be what I know I should be At least that's the truth, and I know you agree At least that's what I tell myself. I cannot be waiting no more. I'll close my eyes, and I guess I'll be fine I can't waste no more of my time with whisky and wine. And whinging and whining. And you know, I was well asleep tonight before I even closed my eyes, so I can't give you what I should So I suppose this is the spot where we both start, and I'll take out my burnt out heart and I will strip it back to wood. So you know that I would fall asleep tonight before I'd even shut my eyes, I guess I've tried as best I could. And I know that I can't go, but you can't stay, so I'll just keep whittling away until I've stripped it back to wood.