You keep me hanging here
and you steal my time
while I wear my heart out on my sleeve,
oh, on my sleeve.
Me, I am falling down,
come see me drown
Checking Out the bottles
at the bar...
Like to be away so far....
Me, wonder will the wind blow?
Am I chasing snow, though I'll never show
my sorrow's face, my sorrow's face?
Oh you, do you have to toy with
a bolted chest in my mind's chaotic
lumber room, rattling on fair fortune's loom?