when i held you last night, i could not believe
that some day not too long off i would have to leave
but i can't tell you what you'll always mean to me
there's things you just can't say, and apparently just can't see
but i know that sooner or later, we'll be together
everything can't keep going wrong forever
well i don't know what you want and what i want and whatever
but things have been worse, but things could be better
maybe you can't be the girl i want you to
maybe you don't understand yourself, but see, i do
so maybe there's an answer -- i'm asking you
there's so many things that i can't keep a perspective
i'm losing sight of the primary objective
i want to say "to heck with it," things are getting hectic
but every now and then there's that glimmer of perfection
but all the time i don't know what's good for me
or which way to go
and i told myself i didn't care about that
but i cut myself in half
there's a time for changing, and for letting go
i can't save the future now, but let me know
where i think i'm going, what i've left behind
what i look forward to knowing, what i hope to find
all leads back to one place, straight into your arms
i can't be complete unless i know where you are
"uh, this message is for mr. fincher.
uh, my call is in reference to david fincher,
and my name is david fincher.
david, please contact mr. fincher.
you can call collect at 708-fincher.
again, my name is mr. fincher, and my name is mr. fincher.
please call. thank you."