Listen

You're giving me a hard time.
What am i supposed to do with a hard time,
Especially from you?
The way that you smile
Reveals a shadow from the past
When i thought i knew you,
But you lied.

If i see you walking,
If i see you talking,
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?

You say it's over this time,
Emotions in the past.
Remeber last time?
You said it wouldn't last.
The look in your eyes,
Another shadow from the past
When i thought i knew you,
Don't know why.

If i see you walking,
If i see you talking,
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
Yea!

The way that you smile
Reveals a moment that can't last.
I hear the door close.
Goodbye.

If i see you walking,
If i see you talking,
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
Yea!

Typed by john manfreda

You keep stopping when you could be walking,
Looking at the pictures on the wall.
You keep quiet when you should be talking.
You just don't make any sense at all.

Remember when you were much younger,
And you were lying in your bed
Among the satin sheets and pillows,
Your mother there to ease your head.

Mama, mama, i keep having nightmares.
Mama, mama, mama, am i ill?
Mama, mama, mama, hold me tightly.
Mama, mama, do you love me still?

But now it's diff'rent you are older.
There's no one here to hold you hand.
Your mama's gone beyond the veil, joan.
There's no one left who understands.

Mama, mama, i keep having nightmares.
Mama, mama, mama, am i ill?
Mama, mama, mama, hold me, hold me tighter.
Mama, mama, do you love me still?

Do you love me?
Do you love me?

So you're left standing in the corner.
You keep your face turned to the wall.
A fading dream, a fading mem'ry,
A shooting star that had to fall.

Mama, mama, i keep having nightmares.
Mama, mama, mama, am i ill?
Mama, mama, mama, hold me, hold me tighter.
Mama, mama, do you love me still?
Do you love me?
Mama, mama, do you love me still?
Do you love me?
Mama, mama, do you love me still?
Do you love me?
Mama?

Typed by john manfreda

I'm tired of living in asia,
I'm tired of walking alone.
I'm thinking of crossing the border.
Whoa, to a new romance,

New romance,
New romance.

I'm drifting away from the mainland,
I'm drifting away from the shore.
I'll try not to look back in anger,
I've tried not to look back at all.

Back at all,
Back at all

She moves like a shadow in motion,
She moves like a shadow of night;
A figure from over the ocean,
A figure surrounded by the light.

By the light,
By the light

She's over the border,
She's over the border,
Over the border.

Typed by john manfreda

Hold on, hold on

I'm trying to transfer affection,
Trying to feel factor four.
Trying to change my direction,
To go where i was once before.

Don't try to tell me now that i'm out here on my own;
And there's no way to carry on.
Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide;
Nothing inside.

I'm trying to break all connections,
Burning a hole in my heart.
Trying to transfer affection
Is starting to tear me apart.

Don't try to tell me now that i'm out here on my own;
And there's no way to carry on.
Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide;
Nothing inside.

Don't try to tell me now that i'm out here on my own;
And there's no way to carry on.
Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide;
Nothing inside.

I'm tired, but then on reflection,
It's so hard to open my eyes;
To try reaching out for affection,
It's so hard to break the disguise.

Hold on, hold on

Typed by john manfreda

It's not the way you look,
It's not the way that you smile.
Although there's something to them.
It's not the way you have your hair,
It's not that certain style;
It could be that with you.

If i had a photograph of you,
It's something to remind me.
I wouldn't spend my life just wishing.

It's not the make-up
And it's not the way that you dance,
It's not the evening sky.
It's more the way your eyes
Are laughing as they glance
Across the great divide.

If i had a photograph of you,
It's something to remind me.
I wouldn't spend my life just wishing.

It's not the things you say
It's not the things you do
It must be something more
And if i feel this way for so long
Tell me is it all for nothing
Just don't walk out the door.

If i had a photograph of you,
It's something to remind me.
I wouldn't spend my life just wishing.

Typed by john manfreda