there's a light at the and of the tunnel.
But it might be a runnaway train.
So i turn and i run back to the darkness.
There's a hand reaching out from the heavens.
But i duck and i cover my face.
Cause they made me believe that God is heartless.

I need to heal but it's so hard to believe love is real.
How can i get better wen i keep on running from the remedy, from the one thing that i need.
How can i recover wen i keep on holding on to memories, of the way love made me bleed.

So long as a way of survival.
I never let anybody get close.
you can break a heart that's frozen.
When you say you can undo the damage.
That's a pill that i can't get down.
So i live with a sickness that keeps growing.

(c) Peter Evrard 2003