Текст: Gaelle. Transient. Separate Rooms.

My head is filled with distant thunder
for i no longer sleep
i just lay there and wonder

my head is filled with acts of rage
for i can not relive my days

don?t know why i love you
cause i seem to forget
don?t know how much i love
but it?s more than a little bit

(chorus)
but i can?t make you happy
and you can?t make me care
so let?s go to our separate rooms and leave each other there

but i can?t make you happy
and you can?t make me care
so let?s go to our separate rooms and leave each other there

reflecting on the times we?d bicker
the words formed from our mouths were bitter
emotions felt were thrown in the air
and severed well beyond repair

don?t know why i love you
cause i seem to forget
don?t know how much i love
but it?s more than a little bit

(chorus)
don?t know why?
i can never make you happy

don?t know why
you can never make me care

i can?t
make you
happy?
you can?t
make me care?