you say there will come a day
and it won't be too much longer
when that which does not kill me
will begin to make me stronger
you say there are people all around
who live their lives fulfilled
you say one must prepare to tear down
in order to rebuild

outside the world is still sleeping
and I see the time is creeping
towards the hour when you must leave

you look in my troubled eyes
and you wonder what s the matter
why all your words of hope only seem
to make me sadder
if somehow I could just make you feel
instead of sympathize
you d know there are wounds
that time can t heal
no matter how it tries

outside the world is still sleeping
and I see the time is creeping
towards the hour when you must leave

so until then won t you settle my fear
and tell me again what I need to hear
keep telling me, keep telling me
until I start to believe

from my window I see you
take a taxi to the station
like tin cans tied behind it
you drag off my expectations
it s an exercise in self abuse
when the love we thought would last
becomes another poor excuse for
living in the past

outside the world has awakened
none the wiser having forsaken me
in my hour, in my hour of need

so til the time I can raise up my chin
please tell me I m not dying within
keep telling me, keep telling me
until I start to believe