I am walking past the sprinklers and the newly painted porches

And the lemonade stand girls on a suburban afternoon

I am leaving 'cause I love you, I am leaving 'cause I don't

And I am hoping you will follow, and I'm praying that you won't

Let me go

I am captive in your presence I will melt before your eyes

But I still crave your approval, and I'm helpless when you criticize, criticize

'Cause it's written on your body -- it's on the tip of your tongue

The look in your eyes, in the glare of the sun

The touch of your cold fingers, when you say goodbye

The way that you linger

The way that you lie

You saw me through the keyhole of a door that I kept locked

But I'd decorate the threshold just in case you knocked

What I might feel on the edges you will never come to know

And who I might be in the corners I will never ever ever ever show

Never show

'Cause it's written on my body -- it's on the tip of my tongue

The look in my eyes, in the glare of the sun

The touch of my cold fingers, when I say goodbye

The way that I linger

The way that I lie

Who said that love would linger who said that love would last

When we cannot seize the moment and we will not leave the past

I don't think I was afraid of you but how could I be sure

When with every altercation you were showing me the door

Well here I go, here I go, here I go...

'Cause it's written on our bodies -- it's on the tip of our tongues

The look in our eyes, in the glare of the sun

The touch of our cold fingers, when we say goodbye

The way that we linger

The way that we lie

The touch of your fingers

The look in your eyes

The way we accuse

The way we deny