Sometimes you treat me like a rag doll
Sometimes you treat me like a saint
And when the summer rain starts to fall
Well, sometimes, I have no complaint
Because I know you're close, so close to me
Even in the next room with a cup of tea
Sometimes, I fear you're gonna set me free
And then sometimes, you go and treat me
Like the man that I pretend to be.

Sometimes, when the music gets too loud
Sometimes, when it's too hot in this room
I know this closeness ain't allowed
I know I'll never be your groom
But I can't help dreaming, when I do
About impossible universes, me and you
Sometimes, I know I had better flee
But you know me, and so you treat me
Like the man that I pretend to be.

No more to look into your eyes
And claim to know what's buried there
They're the color of these rainy skies,
and of the silver that I wear.
So turn away, turn away from this
There's gotta be a better one to take your kiss
You take the mountains, I'll take the sea
I'll take the bird, you take the tree
These are the rules, here are the lines
Here is your miracle, here is my sign
I know that a mirror will never show me
The man that I pretend to be.