I thought if he understood he wouldn’t treat me this way,
No explanations, no more explanations,
She looked me over and over, and couldn’t locate me,
No explanations, no more explanations.
Bathhouse on miracle mile,
Running away from clues,
No more explanations,
This is bigger than you and the part of the truth you trust,
This is the break in us.
Running out of air, time is saying: “No explanations,”
There’s only so much pain; they can’t block the sun,
No explanations, no more explanations.
This is bigger than you and the part of the truth you trust,
This is the break in us.
