I'm a coward. I hide behind all these delicate lines I sing. But I'm trying to come clean. . I'm so lonely. Surrounded by people who know me, but don't know a thing.
It's just a few more weeks 'til I'll be. Holding you in my arms, baby. The rising cost of gasoline and long-distance calls, put miles between us. . We saw the stars come out that evening.
When the rest of the world is asleep. Do you remember that night when you and me. Pulled down the steeple of ash. The rain was coming down, I was filthy and black?.