Carriage

Counting Crows

If anything 
It should have been a better thing 
From underneath you staring at the ceiling 
There’s another world of chocolate bars and baseball cards 
That hides inside of all this tension that I’m feeling 
But it’s all inside of you 
Surprise Surprise 
I miss your hair
You miss my eyes 
And all this solitude is my confidence eroding 
So we slide inside of someone’s mouth and someone’s eyes 
Until there’s the sound of something intimate exploding 
But it's all inside of you 
I wish that I was anaesthetized and sterilized
And then you wouldn’t have this evidence congealing 
Surprise Surprise 
Another pair of lips and eyes 
And that is the consequence of actually feeling 
It was all inside of you