how many times must you find me crying
before you turn in my direction
how many times must I catch you lying
before I learn to make connections
This time will be the last but one time
next time will be the sign to run time
you break a heart in two
so what's new
I don't even care anymore - do you
How many stones must I throw at your window
Well it's not too late to want to create
something beautiful
it's not too late to want someone
to fill the spaces where the heartaches come
a true companion that won't turn and run
how many times must you find me crying