It's not a question of wanting you
If I thought I could, I would
As the clouds roll in at will
And I got to keep on moving to be still
Still
In the time it takes for you to wake
The calm I feel has slipped away
And I am left here in this open space
It's not a question of wanting to
If I thought I could, I would
But the clouds roll in at will
And there's always something
Inside that can't be killed
That won't be still
In the time it takes for you to wake
The calm I feel has slipped away
And I am left here in this open space
The suffocating choice of
The suffocating choice of
The suffocating choice of anyway