One, two, three, four      Certain kinds of nights   Find me swimming alone, inside my bed   Certain kinds of songs   Leave me without a sound, without a trace      But now I know   Something ain't right inside of her   Now I know   Something ain't right inside of her      Certain kinds of sounds   Find me slippin' away, driftin' away   Certain kinds of light   Find me falling into her summer dress      Now I know   Something ain't right inside of her   Now I know   Something ain't right inside of her      Oh it's not out of respect   The door is closed, but the walls still haunt me   It's not out of respect   The door is closed, but the walls still haunt me   Still haunt me      Now I know   Something ain't right inside of her   Now I know   Something ain't right inside of her      Look but now I know   Something ain't right inside of her   Now I know   Something ain't right inside of her