One, two, three, four

Why do you try to hide the feelings you feel inside?
Could it be that you need another mask to hide behind?
And if so, why should I ask you why?
Then you turn around and say
I've been up and down so many times, so save it for another day

What is left to say when you've made up your mind?
You can spend your whole trying to find the way that you feel inside
Could it all just be a lie?
Ooh, ah

I don't need much, maybe a simple touch
It's in the way that you reply to me like you can see
You always shove me out until I'm stuck inside my mind
I've been here so many times before, so why do I even try?

What is left to say when you've made up your mind?
You can spend your whole trying to find the way that you feel inside
Could it all just be a lie?
Ooh, ah

Feelings are like children in the car
You can't put them in the trunk, but let them drive, you won't go far
And if someone should ask me why
I'll turn around and say
These are the drugs you're looking for, go on your way

What is left to say when you've made up your mind?
You can spend your whole trying to find the way that you feel inside
Could it all just be a lie?
Ooh