This feeling gets old, she remarks me cold
And the less she stalks, I want her to talk
And the less she touches
The more I want her to walk
Far... Away
As I make the move
With out any clues
I walk through her mind
But all she does is sign
This feeling gets old for me
I invite her to the movies
She's quiet through the whole thing
So I just leave
I take her skating on ice
I'd be on her side
With her I feel so alone, then I let go
She falls... on her own
As I make the move
With out any clues
I walk through her mind
But all she does is sign
This feeling gets old for me
As I make her upset, she offers me sex
And the more I make up lies, the more she cry's
I can't keep up with her, she's a big whore
And I'm tired of us... Together
As I make the move
With out any clues
I walk through her mind
But all she does is sign
This feeling gets old for me
As I make the move
With out any clues
I walk through her mind
But all she does is sign
This feeling gets old for me