staring at you distant as a magazine i ve never felt so helpless time it seems to me i m waking from a dream you ve left me feeling restless i try to dance you out of my head i try to get you in my arms the smell of you hangs in my bed to what you might ve thrown along and every mirror i see your face and every room i hear your voice i try to dance you out of my head sometimes there hardly is no choice staring at you distant as a magazine i ve never felt so helpless time it seems to me i m waking from a dream i try to dance you out of my head i try to get you in my arms the smell of you hangs in my bed to what you might ve thrown along and everywhere i see your face and every room i hear your voice i try to dance you out of my head sometimes there hardly is no choice i try to dance you out my head i try to get you in my arms the smell of you hangs in my bed to what you might ve thrown along in every mirror i see your face in every room i hear your voice i try to dance you out of my head sometimes there hardly is no choice 1