Feelings I'm Supposed To Feel

I feel a tremor up my side A body with something to hide An adult with a lot to lose How am I supposed to feel Denied the luxury of time? Your tiny voice makes me dewy-eyed A telephone and a place to hide A paradise when you close your eyes A study in ink of where stillness lies How am I supposed to feel Denied the luxury of time? How, how, how? How, how? How am I supposed to feel Denied the luxury of time? I can't work out if I'm making up (how am I supposed to feel) The feelings that I'm supposed to feel (denied the luxury of time) Your tiny voice Filters up Through the attic window It comes in with the sunlight And I can hear you playing outside Your tiny voice Filters through And I never knew That love could be so strong For more than two Your tiny voice Filters up From the street How, how, how? How, how? Your tiny voice Filters up Through the attic window Your weightless cries Rise with the breeze They appear like the sunlight Your tiny voice Filters through And I never knew That love could be so strong For more than two Your tiny voice Filters through And I never knew That love could be so strong For more than two