Revolving Door

I cannot describe the way you make it feel like spring

I cannot describe the emptiness your silence brings

But I cannot pretend I don't remember those late-night confessions

And I cannot pretend I don't remember those late-night insinuations

Someday, somehow

We'll stop turning in these revolving doors

Someday, somehow

We'll start loving and we'll stop keeping score

I cannot expect your silhouette to mesh with mine

And I cannot expect you to take this rusty heart and make it shine

But I cannot disguise these bloodshot, loveshot eyes

And I cannot disguise these maudlin, half-hearted lies

Someday, somehow

We'll stop turning in these revolving doors

Someday, somehow

We'll start loving and we'll stop keeping score

I cannot deny being the rogue Venus to your volatile Mars

And I cannot deny the exquisite pain of these fresh scars

But I cannot resist having another go

And I cannot resist hearing you say, 'I told you so'

Someday, somehow

We'll stop turning in these revolving doors

Someday, somehow

We'll start loving and we'll stop keeping score