Tuning: DADGBD
maybe one night
you find what you were holding tight to
is gone...it's gone
you turn to me and i turn to you
there is nothing we can say or do
impotent paroxysm
perpetual vertigo
the distance grows wide
between a guess and what you know
you look to me and i look to you
there is nothing we can say or do
pray for the dawn
to come clear the mists of night
now more than ever
we need clear morning, clear sight
'cause who you thought you saw was not who you thought you knew
there is nothing...
the teacher will fall
lord knows the preacher too
a family falls hard
and there is nothing we can say or do