In a moment, i figured out
why i'm alive
like the tired boxer who rests his head
on the chest of his opponent.
like a tired lover.
grateful for a moment of peace.
dear, i know it was out of my hands
i got lost in the crowd
and always somehow it's your fault (?)
some believe in nothing
some believe everything
i believe that answers are
never underneath of what we thought
was covered
it's always in front of us
always in front of us
dear, i know it was out of my hands
i got lost in the crowd
and always somehow
dear, i know it was out of my hands
don't believe what i said,
don't believe what i did
it's my fault
whenever i go to sleep
i have a dream about it
you're always (?)
sayin all the right things, but you never hear me.. you can't hear me.
it was out of my hands.
and always somehow...
dear i know it was out of my hands
i got lost in the crowd
and always somehow...
dear i know it was out of my hands
don't believe what i said
don't believe what i did
it's my fault
don't believe what i did, it's my fault
