Billy Talent

She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I'm always in a good mood
Killing time before she struts her stuff,
She needs support and I've become the crutch
She'll never know how much she means to me,
I'd play the game but I'm the referee
Surrender
Surrender
Surrender
Surrender
Surrender
Even though I know what I'm looking for,
She's got a brick wall behind her door
I'd travel time and confess to her,
But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger