Do you understand anything?
Do you make mountains
from the peels of clay?
Do you speak more than
for what you say?
Can you mend my heart
now that its frayed?
Can you stand here
even though you'd planned
to go away?
Can you make your mind
up so that I only have to
hurt today?

Do you think in terms of grace?
Do you see in terms of space?
Can I meet you face to face?
Can you love me at a quicker pace?

Do you see that I'm growing old?
Do you see that what I wanted to
say has once been told?
What I feel has now gone cold?
What I know has made for mold?

Are you sure you love me?
Are you sure I'm where
you want to be?
Can you love without a fee?
Without glasses can you see?
Can you see me?

Are you listening?
Are you trying?
Spying?
Lying?
Trying?
Faking?
Taking?
Making,
me sick with worry
Hurry,
I've almost gone.

Have you gone without
the final say?
Have you gone and
made the other lay?
Had you stayed,
would you have made
better,
wiser,
gentler,
quieter
commotion?

Swept me up
you moved and
made my heart sick
with fondness and
distance. Riding
the coattails of my affection,
you swathed me in
gasoline, lit me up,
turned the match,
gone to hell, all
that's left, I have for you
are questions and
all the asking has got me tired.

Do you think I'm too tired to love you?
Or to worry if you do the same?