Tricky

Well I really wanna make it right But I don't think I got the guts tonight To put it all out on the table Scrape it thin, much as I'm able And explain the bones I count as mine If I do, will you see The deeper layer in me Or would you write it off Another knife-happy night Looking for your sympathy See, the knife don't always come out clean And we never say just what we mean When I try, you better listen Suffer through and see the glisten For emotion is a tricky thing There's a high-jacker inside my heart Picking when he pulls a gun to start To keep me quiet as a steeple Without nuns, without the people Calling shots until I must depart If I do, will you see The deeper layer in me Or would you brush it off Another skydiving day In my old sad routine See, the knife don't always come out clean And we never say just what we mean When I try, you better listen Sober up and see the glisten For emotion is a tricky thing Vibrations of the heart are far too weak Their crossword puzzle magic Don't mean anything to me When lines of ability and morality Come crashing in between I'll say what I don't mean It's the blood we bleed Take a stab and see That the knife don't always come out clean And we never say just what we mean When I try, you better listen Sober up and see the glisten For emotion is a tricky thing When it's like I never hear ya Know I just wanna be near ya But emotion, it's a tricky thing