If I could look beyond your face
And photograph your hidden place
Would I find you smiling in the picture

I don�t know what you want
Because you don�t know,
So what�s the point of asking

You�re almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts

Far too many ways to go
We learn so much but never know
Where to look
Or when we should stop looking

I can love the whole of you.
The poetry I stole from you
And hide inside my stomach

You�re almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts

It�s easy to get lost in you
And fall asleep inside of you
I want to return to you
A reason to be here
A reason to be here

No I don�t know what you want
And you don�t know
So what�s the point of asking

You�re almost happy
Almost content
But your head hurts