Spare me all those hangups
The feeling makes me sick
You'd realy love to enjoy yourself
But those bad moods seem to stick

Yes you loose little cannon
This is the final poem
Forgive my verbosity
Echoing throught that empty dome

Staring at the love lies
I lock the door

I cannot believe

That I wanted more of you

I used to agonise about you
Now I don't know why
'Cause I just couldn't care
Whether you live or die

The sun is setting
The tide has turned
Cross no more rivers
All those bridges are burned

Staring at the love lies
I lock the door

I cannot believe

That I wanted more of you

The tide has turned
All those bridges are burned