Your making me stupid all over again
Your making me forget all over again
Your making me act so very strange
Your making me pass on all of the blame
I don't mind the guesswork in my mind
I don't mind the waiting all of the time
I don't mind queuing up in your line
I don't mind the quietness in your eyes
I could tell you all is going to be okay
I could whisper sweetheart' its okay
I could find the words you're trying to say
I could get your blue eyes back from grey
