Spare me all those hangups
The feeling makes me sick
You'd realy love to enjoy yourself
But those bad moods seem to stick
Yes you loose little cannon
This is the final poem
Forgive my verbosity
Echoing throught that empty dome
Staring at the love lies
I lock the door
I cannot believe
That I wanted more of you
I used to agonise about you
Now I don't know why
'Cause I just couldn't care
Whether you live or die
The sun is setting
The tide has turned
Cross no more rivers
All those bridges are burned
Staring at the love lies
I lock the door
I cannot believe
That I wanted more of you
The tide has turned
All those bridges are burned
