Sometimes I hate seeing you lie down and cry
Please do not imply that this was never a driveway
This is not a trick, or don't believe me take your pick
But you don't think of it and you think that I'm a hypocrite
And when you're in times of doubt
I'll open up my front door, let you in and free your mind
But don't be afraid, turn your head and look into the sky
Rewind, still playing the same game as before
Contradicting my, my confrontations down on the floor