I'm trying so hard

To keep the sides of my mind apart

What do you want of me?

Some things we cannot wear on the outside

I've tried drawing a line

'Round the edge of my heart

Where do you want to start?

Behind, if I turn my back on it

I woke but I couldn't open my eyes

Behind, if I turn my back on it

I spoke but all in straight lines

I'm taking my time

And using it and losing it

I'll see you on TV

I wrote to you and you wrote to me

Five hundred times, but I couldn't see

The answer was in front of me

So where do you want to start?