Though its hard to admit its true
Ive come to depend on you
You and your angelic shout
Loud enough for two

And that is why
Ill confide in you the truth this time
That is why
I just cant go on and live this lie

Yesterday all was right as rain
But now the forecasts not
Its partly cloudy with trouser stains
And his copy of enquiring minds

But that never meant that much to her
She chose to keep her nose too clean
Shed rather keep it pointed anyway
In the spine of a magazine

And when you say I trust in you
I promise you the truth
And when you say I bet you wont
You know I will
And itll be better in the end

So when you think youve got it figured out
Then you know you dont
Like all the rest youd like to sit and pout
But of course you wont