Revolving door

I cannot describe the way you make it feel like spring
I cannot describe the emptiness your silence brings
But I cannot pretend I don't remember those late-night confessions
And I cannot pretend I don't remember those late-night insinuations

Someday, somehow
We'll stop turning in these revolving doors
Someday, somehow
We'll start loving and we'll stop keeping score

I cannot expect your silhouette to mesh with mine
And I cannot expect you to take this rusty heart and make it shine
But I cannot disguise these bloodshot, loveshot eyes
And I cannot disguise these maudlin, half-hearted lies

Someday, somehow
We'll stop turning in these revolving doors
Someday, somehow
We'll start loving and we'll stop keeping score

I cannot deny being the rogue Venus to your volatile Mars
And I cannot deny the exquisite pain of these fresh scars
But I cannot resist having another go
And I cannot resist hearing you say, 'I told you so'

Someday, somehow
We'll stop turning in these revolving doors
Someday, somehow
We'll start loving and we'll stop keeping score