Oh baby, I\'m sorry
I don\'t think you know
The power you have over me...
I gaze out
At the twinkling city lights,
The darkness beyond
Engulfs me in sorrow.
I let the music wash over me,
Ointment on seeping wounds.
I tried to go down
To the chapel today,
But the doors were barred -
A heathen,
They wouldn\'t let me in.
There\'s nothing more to say,
I disappoint daily,
Living my life
Shrouded
In the stifling linen of fear.