Breathless Compulsion
Say now, say when,
say any time at all and
I'll move in and crowd you out.
Name a price for that sweet taste of torment
the sweetest taste I know.
Problems, more problems
we try to overcome.
We all know just what's coming to you,
but will you ever listen to us?
Show me, show me what you can do.
Pull things apart
like it's some kind of witch-hunt
that will only ever prove one thing;
things may never be the same again,
things may never be the same again,
yes, we may never get
quite so close again.
We must walk on, to who knows where
pick ourselves up, when we fall.
So far from celebration
please admit that's just not true.
The rain's not falling,
so don't sing those songs to me.
I want You can't be too sure
I want I've never been so sure
I want You can't be too sure
I want I don't think you are.
Flying in the face of conflict
intrigued, or so it seems
hard bargains could be sold off cheap.
So hats off to your freedom of choice
make the most of what that brings
because there's someone there,
just dying to ask you did you jump?
were you pushed? do you regret it?
Show me, show me what you can do
but, oh yes, those problems
oh no, here they are.
This is hardly the time or the place
and we may never get so close again.
I feel the need sometimes
sometimes to turn to you
So say now, say when and here I am.
I feel the need sometimes
sometimes to force you through
when I know, that's just what I shouldn't do.
