You made your bed, now lie in it. You masochist of mayhem.
This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever.

I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside you head
Now I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend you heart

Now take these words & tie them up
& give them back, give them back

For I .............
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.

You call collect & I reject your foul abuse & your language
Where`s your sense of etiquette?
Can`t you assess the damage?

I would swear that there must be
A thousand personalities inside your head
I would swear that there must be
A thousand possibilities to mend our hearts

Now take these tears & cry them in
Your pillow dear & I`ll be near

For I ............
I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.

Writer : BELL/CLARKE
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC