Carriage

Counting Crows

If anything it should have been a better thing,
From underneath you
Staring at the ceiling
It's another world of chocolate bars
And baseball cards and it hides
Inside of all this tension that I'm feeling
But it's all inside of you
And it's all inside of you

Surprise, Surprise
I miss your hair, you miss my eyes
And this solitude is my confidence eroding
So We slide inside of someone's mouth
And someone's eyes until
There's a sound of something intimate exploding.
But it's all inside of you
It's all inside of you.

I wish that I'd had anesthetized and sterilized and then
I wouldn't have this evidence congealing
Surprise, surprise
Another pair of lips and eyes
And that's the consequence from actually feeling.
But it's all inside of you
It's all inside of you