What Are You Trying to Prove

Those kinds of details I don't need to know

But keep 'em coming all the same

Something has snapped and I'm hopelessly wrapped up in you

Something has cracked, I'm a victim of myself

If this is torture, I don't feel the pain

If this is hell, it's just as well

You know full well this is something that could never be

You know full well, 'cos you're pulling all the strings

So how 'bout telling me, what are you trying to prove

Why this big parade, charade you made me suffer through

And how 'bout telling me, what are you going to do

When it all comes back some day to haunt you

So light the candles, open up the wine

And play your favourite bedroom song

Then tell me all, tell me more than I should ever know

Then send me home before I get the wrong idea

So how 'bout telling me, what are you trying to prove

Why this big parade, charade you made me suffer through

And how 'bout telling me, what are you going to do

When it all comes back some day to haunt you

I may be right, I may be wrong

I'm not feeling all that strong

I get up every morning on my own

What about you

You know full well this is something that could never be

You know full well, 'cos you're pulling all the strings

So how 'bout telling me, what are you trying to prove

Why this big parade, charade you made me suffer through

Yeah how 'bout telling me, what are you going to do

When it all comes back some day to haunt you

When it all comes back some day to haunt you

When it all comes back some day to haunt you, yeah