Maybe I Was Wrong

I’m in the hallway I’m somewhere in between She’s in the doorway She’s hiding underneath We feel the same, but she doesn’t look like me And I was wrong about it I’m always wrong about it We go in circles, above and underneath We move, it’s perfect Just to be with me She is my lover She is my enemy And I was wrong about it I’m always wrong about it I’m always wrong about it Oh she’s moving through it now Round and round again Every moment I’m with her is a dream When I wake she feels the same as I did yesterday And I feel so small And I feel so small