I have been told that
To be freed from these fears I’ve got to own them
No don’t show me your tears
Right to the faithless
To look for your god here on earth
See all the mistakes that I have made
By sinning and pushing the good ones aside
I am living in a ghost town
Contact is scarce
Your touch is the rarest
And this world has fallen around me
I say that I’m feeling all alone now
Contact is scarce
Your touch is the rarest
Right now this world is crumbling all around
Time is unsteady
One day you will be freed from me
And know that when I go
I go alone and none shall follow me
Mistake’s that I have made
By sinning and pushing the good ones aside
And sit here all alone, I’ll wait,
With lonely bird in my heart like a stone and she’s crying