One, two, three, fourCertain kinds of nights
Find me swimming alone, inside my bed
Certain kinds of songs
Leave me without a sound, without a traceBut now I know
Something ain't right inside of her
Now I know
Something ain't right inside of herCertain kinds of sounds
Find me slippin' away, driftin' away
Certain kinds of light
Find me falling into her summer dressNow I know
Something ain't right inside of her
Now I know
Something ain't right inside of herOh 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 meNow I know
Something ain't right inside of her
Now I know
Something ain't right inside of herLook but now I know
Something ain't right inside of her
Now I know
Something ain't right inside of her