Funny, isn't it, how my nerves can't even tell the difference Between pain and pleasure though my memory knows better It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed I'd be a coward, keeping from one eye what the other knows From far away your hand in the air Could mean goodbye Could mean hello I hear the businesses outside my window rollin' up their gates And tonight when they go back down again they're gonna sound the same All the clocks, they have stopped so I'll have to trust the night where it hangs Or I'm gonna fear I'm gonna, I'll go insane It's a bad habit to start asking questions with one eye closed I'd be a coward keeping from one eye what the other knows From far away your hand in the air Could mean goodbye Could mean hello From far away your hand in the air Could mean goodbye Could mean hello Either way you wear the same sad smile, so You've got to let me keep you close enough to know Either way you wear the same sad smile, so You've got to let me keep you close enough to know Either way you wear the same sad smile, so You've got to let me keep you close enough to know Either way you wear the same sad smile, so You've got to let me keep you close enough to know