The luxury of knowing

You know when I'm coming home
You know when I'm coming to bed
You know when I tell you that I love you
I mean every word I said

You know I'm a bit too proud
You know that I know how to pray
And you know I won't give this up, unless I have to give it up
You know I won't walk away

But baby you are like a diesel truck
You're shifting gears and the pedals stuck
You're headed straight for the edge
And showing no signs of slowing
And I don't have the luxury of knowing

You know that I like to dance
But only when I'm dancing with you
You know I must be bad at lying
Because I've only ever told you the truth But just when I think you're a hurricane
You freeze right over and all that rain
Turns to ice and your whole world just starts snowing
And I don't have the luxury of knowing

Well damn, it must be easy, being in love with someone so blind
Because I tell you right now, the only the thing I really know
Is that you might you change your mind
Any day you could change your mind

But you know when I'm coming home
You know when I'm coming to bed

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