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