I Hate It Too

Morning gray ignites a twisted mess
Of foreign shapes and sounds
I wish the ceiling was the ground

I'll send you flowers made of silent
Tiny pieces of the Sun
To help me make up for this one

While you send me tidal waves of love
When you're alone
And I can't remember what you do

To find a way to turn the signal back
To Heaven sounding blue
And bring me faithful back to you

And she don't hold me right
She's never going to get me there

And she don't hold me right
She's never gonna get me there, not tonight

If we break off gently in slow motion
Spinning outward into space
My hand, always firm and gently at the wheel
I discreetly hold my face

And I need you to give it meaning
I need you to share the view

Or it becomes a time for me
To love myself
Like every other thing I do

And she don't hold me right
She's never going to get me there

And she don't hold me right
She's never going to get me there, not tonight