The Net
I find myself cold in the morning
I find myself mining for your warmest shirt
I find myself searching for warnings
In my thrill I’m still expecting hurt
I wish I could show you affection
I wish I could give you every tender line
I wish I could ask you some questions
With no fear I’d hear your earnest reply
I keep reliving the same bad dream
I’ve never felt safe or sound
Would I leap if someone notified me
The net would split and I’d hit the ground
Oh, No, No
Oh, No, No
I can’t seem to ease my suspicions
I can’t seem to call upon a reason why
I can’t seem cool my ambition
I’m a mess, I guess, I just need to try
I keep reliving the same bad dream
I’ve never felt safe or sound
Would I leap if someone notified me
The net would split and I’d hit the ground
Some fly through the air with the greatest of ease
Not afraid of the fall
They grab the bar and start swinging toward me
Oh, why do I stall
I keep reliving the same bad dream
I’ve never felt safe or sound
Would I leap if someone notified me
The net would split and I’d hit the ground
Oh, No, No
Oh, No, No
© 2010 Annie Fitzgerald (BMI) & Matt Patrick (BMI)
