Come here baby and let me run my fingers through your hair
Don't speak baby those big brown eyes they tell no lies they have so much to share
They don't get it how I could turn my head and walk away
But on the surface we're picture perfect
But you'd be surprised what you might find when you chip that away
I'm so sick of writing sad songs
I'm so tired of you in my thoughts
It's obvious I don't cross your mind at all
No I don't cross your mind at all
They don't get it how I could pack my things right up and go
On the surface it seems to be working but you'd be surprised what lies behind all our closed doors