On my own volition   I pound my head against the wall   And I don't hear it when you call   Tumbling down the stairway   I still try to make the phone   I call you back but your not home      Full of good intention   I read the paper to myself   I try to act like someone else   Barely past the headline   I still remember what you said   I'll hold it in until I'm dead      I 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      Beading on the window   The weather underneath my eyes   Is it rain or am I crying   TV in the distance   Am I awake or still asleep   I feel a hand against my cheek      I 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 in      Like every time before   I'll sing a metaphor   To try to shed some light inside my mind   A lot of good that will do   I can't get inside of you   To take back the back the past and make things ne      I 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