YOU'VE BEEN HUNTIN' ROUND FOR TREASURE
FIND IT ALL IN THE SIMPLE PLEASURES
I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS LIFE YOU LEAD
TRYNA BE SOMEBODY ELSE AND
TRYNA BE THE ONE'S WHO HELP
WANNA FIND THE ONE WHO HELPS YOU BREATHE
MAYBE IT'S ALL A BIG MISTAKE
AND YOU LIVE ON ALL YOU TAKE
FROM THE LIVES THAT HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CLOSE
I'VE BEEN ROAMING AROUND FOR HOURS
SINGING ALL YOUR SONGS OF PRAISE
HOW ON EARTH CAN I COMPLAIN
HOW IN HELL CAN I BE SAFE
FROM THIS SUDDEN FEAR OF CHANGE
THIS SUDDEN FEAR IS STRANGE
TRYNA UNDERSTAND YOUR WAYS
YOU HIDE THEM WITH CONVULSIVE RAGE
YOU TRIED TO BE THE BEST YOU COULD BE
PEOPLE FINDING THE MOST PLEASURE
ALL WITHIN THE SMALLEST TREASURES
THIS DON'T SEEM POSSIBLE TO ME
AND MAYBE IT'S ALL THAT YOU'VE DONE WRONG
SO JUST BITE YOUR SILVER TONGUE
THAT YOU LIED WITH, LIED TO YOURSELF
I'VE BEEN ROAMING AROUND FOR HOURS
SINGING ALL YOUR SONGS OF PRAISE
HOW ON EARTH CAN I COMPLAIN
HOW IN HELL CAN I BE SAFE
FROM THIS SUDDEN FEAR OF CHANGE
THIS SUDDEN FEAR IS STRANGE
YOU'VE BEEN HUNTIN' ROUND FOR TREASURE
FIND IT ALL IN THE SIMPLE PLEASURES
I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS LIFE YOU LEAD
MAYBE IT'S ALL A BIG MISTAKE
AND YOU LIVE ON ALL YOU TAKE
FROM THE LIVES THAT HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CLOSE
I'VE BEEN ROAMING AROUND FOR HOURS
SINGING ALL YOUR SONGS WHILE
STANDING AT THE EDGE ABOUT TO FALL
FACES CRUSHED AGAINST THE WALL
THE SUDDEN FEAR OF SINGING ALL YOUR SONGS OF
STARING INTO SPACE I HEAR THE SOUND
FROM A VOICE THAT'S NEVER FOUND
THE SUDDEN FEAR IS STRANGE
BUT MAYBE IT'S ALL A BIG MISTAKE
AND YOU LIVE ON ALL YOU TAKE
FROM THE LIVES THAT HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CLOSE
I'VE BEEN ROAMING AROUND FOR HOURS
SINGING ALL YOUR SONGS OF PRAISE
HOW ON EARTH CAN I COMPLAIN
HOW IN HELL CAN I BE SAFE
THIS SUDDEN FEAR IS STRANGE
THIS SUDDEN FEAR OF CHANGE

GIRL, YOU'VE BEEN FORGETTING
JUST HOW SPECIAL YOU REALLY ARE
AND I TRY TO REMIND YOU
SOMETIMES I CAN'T FIND YOU
BUT THE TRUTH IS IN YOUR HEART
SO WRITE A NOTE TO YOURSELF
GIRL, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP
YOUR BEST IS GOOD ENOUGH
SO PICK THE PEN UP
SO WRITE A NOTE TO YOURSELF,
A NOTE TO YOURSELF
AND DON'T BE CRUEL,
'CAUSE THINGS DO HAPPEN
AND YOU KNOW IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT
DON'T COVER YOUR WOUNDS WITH THE SALT
GIRL, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I SEE
YOU'VE GOT TO BELIEVE ME
YOU'RE A THING OF BEAUTY
GIRL, PUT IT IN AN ENVELOPE
PUT IT IN THE POST
IT'LL COME BACK TO YOUR DOOR
SO WRITE A NOTE TO YOURSELF,
A NOTE TO YOURSELF
AND DON'T BE CRUEL,
'CAUSE THINGS DO HAPPEN
AND YOU KNOW IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT
DON'T COVER YOUR WOUNDS WITH THE SALT
AND WRITE A NOTE TO YOURSELF
AND READ THE NOTE TO YOURSELF

HANG AROUND ON THE WEEKENDS, DARLING
WHILE WE FIGURE IT OUT
MANY LEAVE ON THE SUNDAY MORNING
'CAUSE I LIKE TOUGH AND WE BREAK UP
IT'S ON, IT'S ON
NEVER MIND WHAT YOU SAID LAST WEEK, BABE
I FORGIVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE
YOU COME BACK ON A SUNDAY EVENING
WE GO OUT, WE LAY IN THE DARK
IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON
IT'S GETTING OLD AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
BECAUSE I WON'T DO WHAT I'M TOLD
IT'S MAKES MY MIND MEET BITTER SALT
IT'S ON, IT'S ON
SHALL WE GO TO THE PICTURES, DARLING
SHALL WE GO SEE WHAT'S ON
JUST TO ARGUE ABOUT EVERYTHING
'CAUSE WHEN WE'RE OUT, YOU AND ME SHOUT
IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON
IT'S GETTING OLD AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
BECAUSE I WON'T DO WHAT I'M TOLD
IT'S MAKES MY MIND MEET BITTER SALT
IT'S ON
IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON
IT'S GETTING TO KNOW THAT IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
BECAUSE I WON'T DO WHAT I'M TOLD
IT'S MAKES MY MIND MEET BITTER SALT
IT'S ON, IT'S ON, IT'S ON