Turning in circles,
Because of the things I do...

Dream a dance,
A dance that wont die...

Growing up with a family thats the portrait of...
Of anger...

And every time,
I hear the phone chime...

Lying here listening,
To your heart beating...

Why do I feel so alone,
Even though people say they care...

Some days I can't help but wonder,
Why I hear a sound like thunder...

Just sitting here,
Wishing to be somewhere...

If theres anything I hope to show you,
Is how to be true...

Every time you turn around,
Can't you hear that sound...

Sometimes people do things for unexplainable...
But for the first time in my life...

Something about me and you,
Feels so True...