A man stands in the doorway like a small child
  angry fists
  she lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow
  and she stares at the moon
  he speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before
  and pretty soon she just let's his voice fade away
  
  and she thinks...
  
  This was a gradual steel frost
  that started with cold feet
  and ended with numb hearts
  
  This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is
  
  It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone
  but now it's exagerated and waterlogged no longer what these
  hands had
  intended and still I cry in my sleep
  
  He always said I was too sensitive,
  
  but I say
  
  (chorus)
  
  at least I never meant to make him cry.
  At least I never meant to make him hurt that way
  Nooo I never meant to make him cry
  Never meant to make him hurt that way
  
  Yes it's true, I'm too senstive
  but he takes pleasure in my pain.
  Yes it's true, I'm too senstive
  but he takes pleasure in my pain.
  
  And the unheard hours they fly by
  she goes to the window
  she puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair
  he's already asleep
  by the time she
  
  goes and lays herself back down.
  she thinks
  
  my god, what am i doing hear?
  
  My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,
  and I feel if I were to stay one more night here I'd die or explode
  or worse yet just fade away.
  There have been days so dark that I felt like august
  and that I soon too would turn to fall.
  he always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much
  the world could kill me that way.
  I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply always been this
  inarticulate,
  cause i say
  
  (repeat chorus)
  
  And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as though they
  were the wings for her freedom
  she gets up and goes to the door
  it's a moment in which anything can happen
  instead she gets out some clothing
  puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping
  
  while she heads for the door.