Monday, 24 September 2007

On A Different Mellody

When all the pretty words mean nothing
When the ones you love are dead
When the path you walk's not golden
When your heart is filled with lead

O-o-oh look at me and don't say nothing
Light my eyes and take my hand
O-o-oh prove to me that life's not boring
Teach me to burn and not to stand

I was lost, I was found
I was sore, I was never sound
In the cold spot of this globe
I found shame, I found grace
I found blame, I didn't find my place
All I needed was home

O-o-oh look at me and don't say nothing
Light my eyes and take my hand
O-o-oh prove to me that life's not boring
Teach me to burn and not to stand

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