A quiet room is what you get An empty glass, an unmade bed A picture window with a view And all I think about is you To feel so bad, to feel so good To let it be misunderstood Now I long to lose my senses And love you all over again The shouted words, the tired sighs The traded kiss of sad goodbyes The living off of our desires Then putting out a thousand fires To feel so bad, to feel so good To let it be misunderstood Now I'd tear down my defenses To love you all over again To know a place without regret You make believe, you paid your debt But in that clean and quiet room You can't believe it's over yet Out on a lark, at home asleep The endings play, the bands retreat But in that dumb luck of the few The consolation comes to you To feel so bad, to feel so good The verdict's in, it's understood I will be tried for my offenses And love you all over again Out on a spree, at home asleep The endings play, the bands retreat But in that dumb luck of the few My consolation becomes you To feel so bad, to feel so good The verdict's in, it's understood That I'll be tried for my offenses And love you all over again