Do you have a clue what you are gonna do when this is through They always said eventually that you would make a mess of me, Eventually But I would lie a thousand lies to get to you Your solitude can fill a room but I'll get to you Your lips would move without a sound, Just slightly south of this great house Where loving you would always be the way to get the best of me Eventually But I would lie a thousand lies to get to you Your solitude can fill a room but I'll get to you Your pale face and her heartache were so much to take, anyway The islands that we built for days would so mercifully save