On My Own Volition
I Pound My Head Against The Wall
And I Don't Hear It When You Call
Tumbling Down The Stairway
I Still Try To Make The Phone
I Call You Back But Your Not Home

Full Of Good Intention
I Read The Paper To Myself
I Try To Act Like Someone Else
Barely Past The Headline
I Still Remember What You Said
I'll Hold It In Until I'm Dead

I Best Be Getting On With This
But I Can't Get You Out My Head
Ten Times A Day When I Stop To Pray
I Ask That You Would Let Me In

Beading On The Window
The Weather Underneath My Eyes
Is It Rain Or Am I Crying
TV In The Distance
Am I Awake Or Still Asleep
I Feel A Hand Against My Cheek

I Best Be Getting On With This
But I Can't Get You Out Of My Head
Ten Times A Day When I Stop To Pray
I Ask That You Would Let Me In

Like Every Time Before
I'll Sing A Metaphor
To Try To Shed Some Light Inside My Mind
A Lot Of Good That Will Do
I Can't Get Inside Of You
To Take Back The Back The Past And Make Things Ne

I Best Be Getting On With This
But I Can't Get You Out My Head
Ten Times A Day When I Stop To Pray
I Ask That You Would Let Me In