I had lived without sight or sound
You know I felt that shame But I put the blame on everyone around
And I had lost all of my power, my faith and my belief And I had lost those wings that carried me To any place I longed to be
A picture black and white The colours shining bright In that rain still falling down on me
Whatever promised to get better
I was caught in my own private hell
And I had lost all of my power, my faith and my belief I was clutching at a burning rope
A body caught in automation
Wishing you could hold me tight I could as well have been dead I never dared to say the words I should have said That it won't get better just by waiting That I would try to be a better man That I ran away too often
I had lived without sight or sound
I should have let you know That I had lost all of my power, my faith and my belief I was clutching at a burning rope
A body caught in automation
Wishing you could hold me tight I could as well have been dead I never dared to say the words I should have said That it won't get better just by waiting That I would try to be a better man That I ran away too often