To the one who's broken, the one who's lost, and waiting for some comfort Wisdom speaks in the darkest parts, but few can understand it She gives and she takes it away The sun and the moon, the sky and the rain Her love is just the same
So many questions, so much undone, I am my finest misfortune Who I am and where I was, like a string of weary ambition But she paints all the rooms with her name Truth or deceit, criminals and saints Her love is just the same
I cannot sleep, I have a weary head and I'm circling the rafters Above the day, my dreams and debts Oh, I am tumbling after The wheels spin around in the sand For better or worse, ruin or fame Her love is just the same
