There is more to it.
More to this than what you say.
You try to make it simple
But I don’t listen anyway.
Don’t try and convince me.
I already made up my mind.
In case you don’t believe me.
I really feel like we’re just wasting time.
Put your hands on my body
And tell me everything’s alright.
Rock my to sleep so gently.
And insure that I am whole in side.
There’s more to it,
Than anything you could say.
Stop pretending I’m the bad guy.
When you won’t even look my way.
I’m breathing fire, endless sorrow within
But that’s what I get, for indulging in your sin.