Written in April of 1995 in Edmonton, Alberta
It’s four in the morning and I just can’t find my sleep
All I want to do is love you but we can’t settle on how deep
I’ve got your picture in my wallet
I’ve got your name on my tongue
We could call it what we want to call it
But a fireball in the sky is still the sun
We were fine most the time as fine could be
But we could only go so far
And I saw in you what you said you saw in me
But who do we think we think we are
Now I’m banging on your front door
Like a salesman, you won’t let me in
I ain’t selling nothing, but this I’m sure
The price is high once you give in
Love comes out of nowhere
Your legs move but you can’t walk
Your tongue moves now you can’t talk
Somebody save me from myself
Somebody save me from myself
Well the sky has turned to winter
And the days are just flat grey
Our love has turned to splinters
Who did we think we were anyway?
I had your picture in my wallet
I had your name on my tongue
We could call it what we want to call it
But a fireball in the sky is still the sun
It’s still the sun
It’s still the sun
And still you run