On my own volition
I pound my head against the wall
And I don't hear it when you call
Tumbling down the stairwayI still try to make the phone
I call you back but you're not homeFull of good intention
I read the paper to myself
I try to act like someone else
Barely past the headlineI still remember what you said
I'll hold it in until I'm deadI best be getting on with this
But I can't get you out my head
Ten times a day, when I stop to pray
I ask that you would let me inBeading on the window
The weather underneath my eyes
Is it rain or am I crying?
TV in the distanceAm I awake or still asleep
I feel a hand against my cheekI best be getting on with this
But I can't get you out of my head
Ten times a day, when I stop to pray
I ask that you would let me inLike every time before
I'll sing a metaphor
To try to shed some light inside my mind
A lot of good that will doI can't get inside of you
To take back the back the past
And make things newI best be getting on with this
But I can't get you out my head
Ten times a day, when I stop to pray
I ask that you would let me in