07. Great Mistake

Doubt's been dancing all over my walls. The other day I took a nasty, nasty fall and the words you said to me were nothing more, nothing more than a pickup truck in a Nashville song.

Oh, oh you and me
if you could measure the way it rains it's to the nth degree
oh, oh you and me
and the great mistake is believing things I can't see

How much blood does a deep cut make? How much salt in a wound can a person take? The words you said to me were nothing less, nothing less than a killer who takes the notion to confess

oh, oh you and me if you could measure the way it rains it's to the nth degree.

This evaporated heart needs someone else to give it a start and the choices that you make tell me you don't get it, you don't get it at all.

oh, oh you and me if you could measure the way we love it's to the nth degree. Oh, oh you and me and the great mistake is believing things I can't see

The choices that you make tell me you don't get it, you don't get it at all