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I can see those visions dancing |
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Across the foot of my bed |
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Crumpled sheets, two tired bodies |
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Sins I commit now in my head |
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I have cursed your name a thousand times or more |
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Your photograph lies deep at the bottom of my drawer |
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But when I looked at it this morning |
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I had no angry words to say, no angry words to say |
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The coffee maker that you gave me it finally broke down |
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It up and died this morning with a groaning sound |
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All these ghosts I have driven out, driven them from my house |
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It's a simple life I lead still got a lot to learn about |
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Yeah, but I'm finally getting over |
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Yes, I'm finally getting over yeah, I'm finally getting over |
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The sad part of yesterday no angry words to say |
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I learned a little 'bout forgiveness, learned a little 'bout sin |
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A little 'bout the soul of a man living within this skin |
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I ain't afraid of a new love that could be starting |
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And I don't wear a face that says I'm weary-broken-hearted |
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I don't need someone to smother with the love that you discarded |
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No, I'm finally getting over yes, I'm finally getting over |
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Yeah, I'm finally getting over the sad part of yesterday |
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Yeah I'm finally getting over yes I'm finally getting over |
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I'm finally getting over, the sad part of yesterday |
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Yeah, I'm finally getting over, over you |
