I’m the son of regret and rejection and I’ve lost my only sense of direction So I’ll take my best known detour Find myself back at home to feel reassured I’ve been searching for years, faced up to all my fears Looking for the one who I can hold dear But my hands are tied in a lovers’ knot And I’m sick of searching for what I’ve already got: An ever present sense of failure I’ll never be quite what you’re looking for Searching; Longing for You