I'm so tired of being alone
When all things will fall in place
I'm slow to recognize
I'm under her spell
For what it's worth
It don't matter where we are
The words come clear naturally
Under this empty love
I'm so tired of wasting time
Looking back or beyond
Knowing me I can't resist
A sweet kind of lie
Conflict recedes
Back to waters red
Plastic bodies become me
Oh no
Though I know l loved you then
Your hair was blonde and oh so young
Then I left you there
But was it all too bad?
For what it's worth
It don't matter where we are
The words come clear naturally
Under this empty love