Your eyes they look so bright, a funky flair in my appetite   But there's no room for you, my feet are on the ground   And my head is in the clouds but you still can't break through   Whatcha gonna do      I'm not just gonna stand around   Waiting for my lips to be read   Falling through the cracks in the ground   My feelings need to be said      Flowing like water in a crimson melody   The orange plastic sun is shining and the truth so hard to see   The rain of your existence if falling down on me   And the soap suds spread like a disease, from my washing machine      I'm not just gonna stand around   Waiting for my lips to be read   Falling through the cracks in the ground   My feelings need to be said      I'm not just gonna stand around, waiting for you   Falling through the cracks in the ground   And I'm hoping that you'll make your next move   That you'll make your next move      I'm not just gonna stand around   Waiting for my lips to be read   Falling through the cracks in the ground   My feelings need to be said