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.