How can I think I’m standing strong? Yet feel the air beneath my feet.
How can happiness feel so wrong? How can misery feel so sweet?
This is the closest thing to crazy – I have ever been.
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen.
 
How can you let me fall apart? Then break my fall with lovin lies.
It’s so easy to break a heart, It’s so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child? Yet like a child I yearn for you.
How can anyone feel so wild? How can anyone feel so blue…?

This is the nearest thing to crazy – I have ever known.
I was never crazy on my own. And now I know,
That there’s a link between the two,
Being close to craziness, and being close to you…