I GET TIRED SO I WRITE LETTERS TO MYSELF
I HOLD THE PEN, SLIP RIGHT UNDER
AND SPEND ALL DAY INSIDE
I GET ANGRY WHEN I WRITE LETTERS TO MYSELF
I DRINK THE RAIN AND CALL FOR THUNDER
BUT CAN'T SURVIVE THE STORM
I GET JEALOUS SO I WRITE LETTERS TO MYSELF
I LIFT MY HEAD AND LOOK BEYOND HER
I'M NOT TURNING ROUND AGAIN
I'M NOT STUPID SO I KNOW THE LETTERS GO UNREAD
SO I TAKE MYSELF TO A QUIET CORNER
AND WORK ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
I'LL BUILD A MODEL OF YOU
I FEEL NOTHING WHEN I HEAR YOU TALK
'CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T READ THEM
NOW THAT ALL I HAVE IS TIME
I'LL BUILD A MODEL OF YOU
I FEEL NOTHING WHEN I SEE YOU SMILE
AND YOU'RE COMING AROUND AGAIN
MAYBE IN A THOUSAND LETTERS TIME
I'LL HAVE A MODEL OF YOU
I HOLD THE PEN, SLIP RIGHT UNDER
AND SPEND ALL DAY INSIDE
I GET ANGRY WHEN I WRITE LETTERS TO MYSELF
I DRINK THE RAIN AND CALL FOR THUNDER
BUT CAN'T SURVIVE THE STORM
I GET JEALOUS SO I WRITE LETTERS TO MYSELF
I LIFT MY HEAD AND LOOK BEYOND HER
I'M NOT TURNING ROUND AGAIN
I'M NOT STUPID SO I KNOW THE LETTERS GO UNREAD
SO I TAKE MYSELF TO A QUIET CORNER
AND WORK ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
I'LL BUILD A MODEL OF YOU
I FEEL NOTHING WHEN I HEAR YOU TALK
'CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T READ THEM
NOW THAT ALL I HAVE IS TIME
I'LL BUILD A MODEL OF YOU
I FEEL NOTHING WHEN I SEE YOU SMILE
AND YOU'RE COMING AROUND AGAIN
MAYBE IN A THOUSAND LETTERS TIME
I'LL HAVE A MODEL OF YOU