Every night I read this novel about you

Holding roses in the pouring rain

But the ending's tore up, trying to hail a cab

Think no one can read you, but I can.

Well we move into a house down on cherry lane

And watch the world go by

Am I'm missing a page.

I wanna be the one who walks you home

Who walks you home tonight

Staring into her eyes and then try and explain it

But it's written in a language that was meant to fuck you up

And I can never get close enough

But I lie

But I lie down on her pillow

And you feel like you was going away

Going away when you got no place to go

But back in her arms lying on her pillow

Curled up with a book down on cherry lane

The glass it hits the floor and you're walking away

But I wanna be the one who walks you home

Who walks you home anyway

Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it

Try to explain it away

I wanna be the one who walks you home

Who walks you home tonight

Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it

Try to explain it away

But that shit just fucks you up

And I can never get close enough

I can never get close

I can never get close enough

I can never get close enough to you.