We suffer everyday, what is it for? These crowns of illusion are fooling us all And now I am weary and I feel like I do
Who can turn my wooden heart
The size of our fight, it's just a dream I can see in this mornin' selfishly How we've failed and I feel like I do
Who can turn my wooden heart
Now that we've chosen to take all we can This shade of autumn, a stale bitter end Years of frustration lay down side by side
Who can turn my wooden heart
Who can turn my wooden heart