Lletres: Vertical Horizon. Running On Ice. Call It Even.

I saw an open door
And I looked inside it
But I'd no idea
What you were hiding

So now I'm holding the bag
And it's heavy
And the conversation stopped
So much for friendly

And if I told you I was not very good
At making small talk when I should
But you have one advantage over me
At times like this I'm lost at sea

Why can't I see it for what it really is?
And know it like I know my name
And if it's all the same I don't like this game
So let's pack it up and call it even

Well, I'm not the type to speak
Just to hear my voice
And I'm sure you'd hear me out
If you had the choice

But your words keep coming out
Never ending and I wonder if I'd have to shout
And if I told you I was dying of thirst
And the sky was falling just to make it worse
Would you just smile and continue on
As if your mouth had a race to run?

Why can't I see it for what it really is?
And know it like I know my name
And if it's all the same I don't like this game
So let's pack it up and call it even

Well I'm glad we had this talk
I feel better
And if I've something else to say
I'll write a letter

And if I told you you were not very good
At hearing others when you really should
Would you just smile and push me away
You can't be bothered there's still words to say

Why can't I see it for what it really is?
And know it like I know my name
And if it's all the same I don't like this game
So let's pack it up and call it even