I’m the new arrival but I’m not alien to you I’m the one who’s talking before I am supposed to I don’t mind to give but the question is what you get I get frequently trapped like an insect in your net
I don’t get it how it all could go awry I don’t get it how we both could go astray
I am just a freak who is waiting at your door I want you here with me ‘cause I can feel that you want more I am quite often outvoted by my free will There’s an empty spot in my soul that I’m craving to fill
I am paralyzed by your headlights I keep running into the night You give me absolution for all that went wrong While I give out to the king I tell you about what I’d never sing I get easily lost at home I like it that your words are cut to the bone Beause this is when they cling