Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds   I wish the ceiling was the ground   I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun   To help me make up for this one      While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone   And I can't remember what you do   To find a way to turn the signal back to Heaven sounding blue   And bring me faithful back to you      And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there   And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there   Not tonight      If we break off gently in slow motion   Spinning outward into space   My hand always floating gently at the wheel   While you sweetly hold my face      And I need you to give it meaning   I need you to share the view   Or it becomes a time for me to love myself   Like every other thing I do      She don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there   And she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there   Not tonight