got my sorry little heart in hand
it just won’t beat
every time i almost understand
it eludes me
i’ve been burning nights at both ends
sunset, sunrise
i just don’t know how to tell my friends
i’m not alright...
my heart breaks so i stand trial for my lost loves and
my other crimes
like a marked man with the blind eyes
i just can’t change when i’m living a lie
so i see the sky and my wings melt
i can’t fly cos i told myself
that i never believed in miracles
lately i’ve been talking to my god
but he don’t hear me
someone tell me more than what i’m not
cos that’s all i see
everybody thinks i’ve got it made
and that’s just not true
like a rose by any other name
mine has thorns too...
i go to bed so the sun won’t blind me
while my faithful clock keeps trying to remind me
that it’s keeping score of the hours i waste
while the world goes by and i make no place
and i don’t watch t.v. and i don’t read books
the paper comes but i never look
cos it tells the world that it’s only love
but it never says that there’s not enough...