If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground You wake the morning in a stranger's coat No one would you see You ask yourself, who'd watch for me A solitary voice to speak out and set you free I gate to say it I gate to say it, but it's probably me It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me It's probably me