A man stands in the doorway like a small child   Angry fists   She lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow   And she stares at the moon   He speaks to her all the words she's heard too many times before   And pretty soon she just let's his voice fade away      And she thinks...      This was a gradual steel frost   That started with cold feet   And ended with numb hearts      This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is      It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone   But now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these   Hands had   Intended and still I cry in my sleep      He always said I was too sensitive,      But I say      (chorus)      At least I never meant to make him cry.   At least I never meant to make him hurt that way   Nooo I never meant to make him cry   Never meant to make him hurt that way      Yes it's true, I'm too senstive   But he takes pleasure in my pain.   Yes it's true, I'm too senstive   But he takes pleasure in my pain.      And the unheard hours they fly by   She goes to the window   She puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair   He's already asleep   By the time she      Goes and lays herself back down.   She thinks      My god, what am I doing hear?       My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,   And I feel if I were to stay one more night here I'd die or explode   Or worse yet just fade away.   There have been days so dark that I felt like august   And that I soon too would turn to fall.   He always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much   The world could kill me that way.   I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply always been this   Inarticulate,   Cause I say      And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as though they   Were the wings for her freedom   She gets up and goes to the door   It's a moment in which anything can happen   Instead she gets out some clothing   Puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping   While she heads for the door.