'Cause I can't stop loving you I can't stop loving you No, I can't stop loving you That I was lying Though I try So you're leaving In the morning On the early train I could say everything's alright

I want to be alone So pray, pray for me I run in tow And where you're from I long to know And it shall be so That's not me from a-trying That's the devil and his lying I cannot love

You are the one I want Oo-oo-oo, honey The one that I want You better shape up You're the one that I want Oo-oo-oo, the one I need I better shape up I got chills They're multiplying

But once again these tears always win These eyes put up a fight Say now baby girl you're better off That's what I'm telling myself (over and over) But I'm lying to myself 'Cause these lips are missin' you (Missin' you) 'Cause these lips ain't kissin' you

But heaven knows, knows That you're lying As far as heaven goes, heaven goes I just stopped trying You've spent a year staring into a mirror Another one trying to figure out what you saw Paid so much attention to what you're not You have no idea who you

We're alive And the future never dies When we're lying here together Baby try to hold on Till we make it to forever On a night that's so cold And you're just a touch away Tell me why I'm alone I'm lost in your eyes

It's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh oh open wide Don't look up just let them think You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah

Gotta learn to love yourself Perfect girls ain't real They hide who they are inside Now, perfect girls ain't real They live a lie But it's always on your mind 'Cause you're all lying all the time Know that perfect girls ain't real Inside and out

'Cause I can't stop loving you I can't stop loving you No, I can't stop loving you That I was lying Though I try So you're leaving In the morning On the early train I could say everything's alright

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well