i just lay in a ruin a heap of distress what is the good part that comes with the rest? i just want to live i am a living lie when i think of your eyes i think of the best
how did blind patience turn into blind faith i was still waiting and you were too late looking with you instead of without its not just a man that makes one of us great
i missed again i held you i missed again give me your life i missed again turn me on i missed again im hoping its you
i washed my dirty soul in your clean white hands you laughed at my foolish and futile plans i have little ways i want to make you talk its not just a woman that makes me a man
i missed again i held you i missed again give me your life i missed again turn me on i missed again im hoping its you