Well any sense I had is gone

On an open field you had me run

Where was the light we had before

I don't know why I asked at all

I keep on talking carelessly

I look in books and magazines

Thinking a word could be enough

You look at me, I'm burning out

When I hear your good advice

I'm starting something

And good advice, I'm running from it

I didn't ask you, I didn't want it

In an empty room you pardoned me

But all around us whispering

What we have now, anyone's guess

So just be rude or your kindness

You give it up so easily

But now I drown in reasoning

I can't be helped or even held

And every word makes me feel worse

When I hear your good advice

I'm starting something

Your good advice I keep running from it

I shouldn't ask since I never want it

Any sense I had at all is gone (Any sense I had at all is gone)

On an opened field you had me run (On an opened field you had me run)

Where was the light we had before (Where was the light we had before)

I don't know why I ask at all (I don't know why I ask at all)

If a pardon isn't what I want (A pardon isn't what I want)

I can't be helped or even held (I can't be helped or even held)

Of all this good advice I've heard

All your good advice, I started something

I should have known that I didn't want it

I never hear it, I keep on running

I didn't ask it, I can't be pardoned