She's got a little house in town 
I sometimes go around there to see her 
And she let me deep inside 
I sing her love songs, but she’ll turn them blind 
Like she ain't the sentimental type 
I keep my heart in my pocket and I hold 
I hold it tight 

I know that she don't mind if I'm goin' away and I don't call 
I know that she don't mind if I'm absent through it all 
I know that she don't mind if I'm goin' away 
and I don't call 
I know that she don't mind if I'm absent through it all 
Through it all 
Through it all 

Her skin is softer than the bluest eyes 
Wiith the warmth that I need, gives me a place to hide from the streetlights burning through the bedroom window in the shadows There is loneliness a plenty 

When the [bad word] 
We'll go our seperate ways 
Ain't no magic here, ain't no reason to stay 

I know that she don't mind if I'm goin' away 
and I don't call 
I know that she don't mind if I'm absent through it all 
I know that she don't mind if I'm goin' away 
and I don't call 
I know that she don't mind if I'm absent through it all 
Through it all 
Through it all 

And we fall through empty corridors 
And we talk in useless metaphors 
Yeah, we fall through empy corridors 
And we talk in useless metaphors 

And we fall through empty corridors
Only 'cause we lonely
Only 'cause we lonely
Only 'cause we lonely
Only 'cause we lonely...