Tangarine: Man of words

Well yeah, I am a man of words, and I need to speak allthe time.But in these quiet little places my voice seem torewind.Like everybody else I speak wrong and I speak right.But when I don't like to hear myself, please be my eartonight.The sun gone down and here I am, facing all that'sleft to fight.Wondering witch way to go, coz your still not on myside.You've got your choices and I've got mine, letspretend we're doin' fine.Steps we are taking allong the line, but everythingchanges in time.I got a reaching hand, but you can't see my hands aregetting soft.Everything seems to brake from the bottom to above.Kept my promises to let you see my eyes show what Imean.But all I do and all I live for just seems to be adream.Well If my feet stand still and nothing works the wayyou work with yours.I must be able to fix everything without using to muchforce.Maybe I could find the words to tell you about all Ising.But what do these words mean when your not listening.If I would walk and you where the road, I'm fallingfrom the straight path.Losing you is like the grip that I can't get.Baby if you where the answer, I couldn't find theright question.Getting your is like taking a tension.If you where my soul, I would be judged by your law.Fire is warmth but you are in thaw.Baby if you where a secret, my sences would feel nogrip.Standing on a mountain to shout and to slip.If you could stand inside my shoes, I would know witchway to go.But now I'm waiting for you, standing in a row.And still you don't see, everything depends on you.Sometimes you gotta break a heart to combine two.But people always talk of love and never seem tofeel.And people always love to talk but never seem tokneel.Now I wonder if my mind serves well by calling it adream.Wanna step into reality, coz my heart cannot bestill.But people always talk for love but never seem tofeel.And people always seem to care but never seem toheal.Yeah, I truly swear my soul will face the promises youmake.By taking a step in time where everything is real.And maybe than I'll know you will never be a part.Like a thief that ain't got the nerve to steal abeating heart.Like a fire that feels cold and never takes time tosleep.Like a promise you make but never seem to keep.