One, two, three, four Certain kinds of nights Find me swimming alone, inside my bed Certain kinds of songs Leave me without a sound, without a trace But now I know Something ain't right inside of her Now I know Something ain't right inside of her Certain kinds of sounds Find me slippin' away, driftin' away Certain kinds of light Find me falling into her summer dress Now I know Something ain't right inside of her Now I know Something ain't right inside of her Oh it's not out of respect The door is closed, but the walls still haunt me It's not out of respect The door is closed, but the walls still haunt me Still haunt me Now I know Something ain't right inside of her Now I know Something ain't right inside of her Look but now I know Something ain't right inside of her Now I know Something ain't right inside of her