It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you, It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you.

Please tell me you're just feeling tired. 'Cause if it's more than that I fear that I might break,
out of touch, out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, 'cause I can't read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch, are we out of time?

I'll wait until tommorrow, maybe you'll feel better then, maybe we'll be better then.
So what's another day, when I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you.
This mood of yours is temporary. It seems worth the wait to see your smile again.
Out of the corner of my eye won't be the only way you're looking at me then.