Lyrics

I thought I could find a way To turn any given day Into something suddenly Saturday You said you should take this home A place to be alone With four thin walls and a telephone Well I thought if I reached high enough in your sky You might hold my hand I thought if I told you a couple more lies You might understand Then you came right over me like a wave Crushing the sad And I said, oooh, when I get this way over you There's not a lot I can do When I get this way over you I think we should work things out 'Cause you tell me you don't have any doubt You know what it is that I'm talking about We should for some kind of plan 'Cause I feel it whеn you squeeze the palm of my hand And lets mе know that you understand I thought if I reached high enough in your sky You might hold my hand I thought if I told you a couple more lies You might understand Then you came right over me like a wave Crushing the sand I said, oooh, when I get this way over you There's not a lot I can do When I get this way over you