Singing Desperately - The Saxophones

I find it funny

How you find it sad

Keep telling myself

I can’t be that bad

You’re thinking of me differently

I’m thinking of myself

I’m starting to stop as we speak

I’m starting to lose

I’m falling asleep and I am

Sorry again

I’m aware I’ve begun to believe too much

Recoiling from your tender touch

Believin', believin', believing

I’m this way for a reason

You’re thinking of me differently

I’m thinking of myself

I’m starting to stop as we speak

I’m starting to lose

I’m falling asleep and I am

Sorry again