In the evening, when I rest my head on the bed, you are there.
Please, don’t tell me I don’t love you, ‘cause you know I do.
I’m always here, you are there.
When the sun comes up and I first move for saying I do
I roll out of bed and there’s a boost to appeal to you.
And I’m always here, my dear.
I know there’s got to be somehow, now
That I can prove myself to you.
Hop on the wrong and all the words I said don’t match my head.
Please excuse me while I make myself reform those head.
I’m alone in here, in my head.
I know there’s got to be somehow, now
That I can prove myself to you.
