Автор: Blake Bell, Buddy Bolter, Bob Matteson, Tom McMillan
Композитор: Blake Bell, Buddy Bolter, Bob Matteson, Tom McMillan
Текст
I've got a lot of things that I'd like to tell you about me
It's all dressed up real pretty like poetry
I can't stand to look in the mirror
Cause all the little voices helpin' me remember
I've got a lot of things that I'd like to tell you about me
I see you sometimes when I'm walking around downtown
So many thoughts but I just can't write 'em all down
I still remember the way we were
I was your guy and you were my girl
I can hear your voice still without a sound
Some little moment, you get everything right
But it slips away like a dream in the night
And you're left trying to figure out what's fake and real
Then another moment, it's all going wrong
Then you turn up the volume on your favorite song
And you discover once again that perfect feel… is it real
I still think the sun rises in your face
I can find a substitute but I'll never replace
The way you'd calm me down in the dawn
But I never knew it until you were gone
All the things that were hidden behind your face
One little moment, you get everything right
But it slips away like a dream in the night
And you're left trying to figure out what's fake and real
Then another moment, it's all going wrong
Then you turn up the volume on your favorite song
And you discover once again that perfect feel… is that real
I've got a lot of things that I'd like to tell you about me
It's all dressed up real pretty like poetry
I can't stand to look in the mirror
Cause all those little voices helpin' me remember
I've got a lot of things that I'd like to tell you about me