Swollen Three Times Over

God knows I love to watch you walk,

but I just can't keep the pace.

And god knows I love to hear you talk,

but I can't decipher what you say.

And god knows I'd love to have something to say,

but I don't and I don't know,

and that's why brick walls feel good

when you run right into them.

God knows I've tried to grasp it time and time again,

but everytime it slipped right from my hands.

And god knows sometimes it seems all so clear,

but that's just sometimes.

And god knows I really want to,

but I can't and I don't know why and that's why...