Will these eyes ever
Learn to see through the
Weather that has let them down?
Could these waves of misfortune,
Could they ever touch the ground?
I just don't know if I
Can find the strength
To be around.
Would these arms of mine leave me justice if I
Found another road to walk on,
Road to talk on,
A faithless mother,
A wounded child,
And a fortune soldier,
A broken older,
And more flexible kind of man?
Oh, that's just what I am.
That's just what I am.
I feel so alone.
I feel so afraid.
I feel sometimes
That I can't get away
From these thoughts that I
Have inside
That leave me broken
And leave you wanting more.
Leave you always wanting more...
Leave you always wanting more...
Leave you always wanting more...