A quiet room is what you get,an empty glass,
an unmade bed,
A picture window with a view,and all think about is you
To feel so bad,to feel so good,to let it be misondersgood,
Now I long to lose my senses
Tolove you all over again.

The shouted words,the tired sighs;the traded kiss of sad goodbyes:
To feel,so good,to let it be missondersgood,
No iod tear down my defensenses
To love you all over again.

To know a place without regret,you make believe you paid your debt
But in that clears and quiet room,you can't believe itos over yet.

Out on a lark,at home as leep,the endings play,the bands retreat
But in that dumb luck of the few,the consolation comes to you:
To feel so bad,to feel so good,the verdict's in?⃦ :itos understood.
It's undertood
I will tried for my offenses and
love you all over again.