Deadwood
And in my chase for you I fell through,
wish for all and reaching my fill,
but I didn't know I would be hurting you.
All along what I did was what I knew.
And all of my reflections turn away from me.
And all of my reasons are ashamed to
see that the things that I value,
Seem so cheap and old.
No one will take them for free, for free.
They never can be sold,
they never can be sold,
they never can be sold"¦