Here 
the future is only so near 
why should we all be alone 
everynight on the way home 
this time 
we should be starting again 
get up I'm counting to 10 
seeing you combing your hair 
pretending that no one is there 
you know 
it can be better than that 

but wait until tomorrow morning 
learning to be you is what hurts most 
close your eyes and hold your terror close 

out here 
I hear you come in loud and clear 
I carried you till it got dark 
and then walked you home through the park 
you're right 
strangers are easy to like 
thunder and lightning will strike 
make the move you'll get the knack 
echoes that don't answer back 
just please give me the chance to say no 

but wait until tomorrow morning 
learning to be you is what hurts most 
close your eyes and hold your terror close