Certain kinds of nights,

find me swimming alone,

inside my bed.



Certain kinds of songs

leave me without a sound

without a trace.



Now I know,

something aint right

inside of her



Certain kinds of sounds

find me slippin' away.

Driftin away.



Certain kinds of light,

find me sfalling into

her summer dress



Now I know,

something aint right

inside of her.



It's not out of respect,

the door is closed but the walls still haunt me.

Still haunt me.



Now I know,

somethin aint right

inside of her.