Tears For Fears

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind
Go get a volunteer
We'll pay him well my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind
It's a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drags its feet
I wish we'd both been more discreet
Like light that is caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my...
Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go