| I look at you and see |
| My life that might have been: |
| Your face just ghostly in the smoke. |
| Theyre setting fire to the cornfields |
| As youre taking me home. |
| The smell of burning fields |
| Will now mean you and here. |
| This is where I want to be. |
| This is what I need. |
| This is where I want to be. |
| This is what I need. |
| This is where I want to be, |
| But I know that this will never be mine. |
| Ooh, the thrill and the hurting. |
| The thrill and the hurting. |
| I know that this will never be mine. |
| I want you as the dream, |
| Not the reality. |
| That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me, |
| But Im looking back over my shoulder |
| At you, happy without me. |
| This is where I want to be. |
| This is what I need. |
| This is where I want to be. |
| This is what I need. |
| This is where I want to be, |
| But I know that this will never be mine. |
| Ooh, the thrill and the hurting |
| Will never be mine. |
| The thrill and the hurting, |
| It will never be mine. |
| It can never be. |
| The thrill and the hurting |
| Will never be mine. |