Certain Kinds Of Nights,

Find Me Swimming Alone,

Inside My Bed.

Certain Kinds Of Songs

Leave Me Without A Sound

Without A Trace.

Now I Know,

Something Aint Right

Inside Of Her

Certain Kinds Of Sounds

Find Me Slippin' Away.

Driftin Away.

Certain Kinds Of Light,

Find Me Sfalling Into

Her Summer Dress

Now I Know,

Something Aint Right

Inside Of Her.

It's Not Out Of Respect,

The Door Is Closed But The Walls Still Haunt Me.

Still Haunt Me.

Now I Know,

Somethin Aint Right

Inside Of Her.