Iâve got a way with wordsThat I hide under my breathIâve got away with so muchIâll keep from all the restIâm looking for the earI can whisper this intoI try to pull you nearBut you always slip right throughI look around and seeThe ones I think I knowAnd then I look at meThe one Iâve never really knownItâs funny how the world becomesthe changes in myselfItâs funny how I see my faceOn everybody elseAnd all the little thingsI shouldnât say in songAnd all the pretty onesI shouldnât string alongAnd the one that I haveAnd the one that I needI always seem to fall betweenIâm trying to believeIn another point of viewBut I donât know myselfSo how can I know youI hope to keep in mindEveryone I loveBut I am so afraidThat itâs me Iâm thinking ofAnd all the little thingsI shouldnât say in songAnd all the pretty onesI shouldnât string alongAnd the one that I haveAnd the one that I needI always seem to fall betweenAnd all the little thingsI shouldnât say in songAnd all the pretty onesI shouldnât string alongAnd the one that I amAnd the one that Iâll beI always seem to fall between