It’s less than a feeling But more than a tho­ught It’s star­ting to hurt me Deny I cannot

I fly in a shut­tle My round in the skies It’s still same blue pla­net I can’t help but cry

That I was too naive I have known for years And tho­ugh it’s all past now I can­not forget

You’re less than a feeling That is for now, yet Cau­se when I am with you Much fur­ther it gets

I’m quite much as tro­ubled As am I con­fu­sed But you just don’t wor­ry — To ache I’ve got used.