losing control

(halfway borrowed from paul mcc)

i've been waiting, waiting too long
in my soul is constant yearning
how did i end up so wrong?
i tell myself i've been learning from your mistakes
i'll let you make that call.

how did i come to this?

i've never been one to run...and fall

feel free to make yourself at home.
any way...any way at all

don't you see? we could cure each other's sorrow
i start to run, and end to crawl
always maybe, maybe tomorrow
when did i begin to fall?

if we could be closer
closer, longer
if only love is strong enough
then i only wish that i were stronger

when did i begin to fall?

please feel free to make yourself at home
anyway at all