I don't know where to go is a singe only burns can sting in the flesh
I don't know what to do about the warmth, only another body can give
Mark my words I wash up but I feel tainted to the bones
I need a place, I need a body, I can call home
To which address have I sent letters, and did they not arrive?
At what point was it for the better to spend loneliness alive?
Did I catch your attention?
Am I your exception?
Allow me to breathe, allow me to silence my mind
Even though I was up and about I still feel like I'm wasting my time
Mark my words, I wash up but I feel tainted to the bones
I need a place, I need a body, I can call home
Mark my words, I wash up but I feel, tainted to the bones
I need a place, I need a body I can call home