Rolled around on kitchen floors   Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours   And now we pass and just like glass   I see through you, you see through me like I'm not there      You could make my head swerve   Used to know my every curve   And now we meet on a street   And I am blind, I cannot find the heart I gave to you      Sometimes what we think we really want we don't   Sometimes what we think we want we really don't   Sometimes what we think we love, don't, we don't      And I am blind, I cannot find my heart I gave   And when we meet on a street   Then I am blind, I cannot find my heart I gave to you