I got a problem I hate to admit 

Hell, no one likes talkin' about it 

It's the painful condition of every man, 

We'd all be saints here without it 



It's these beautiful things 

I'm like a moth to a flame 

And it's buring my wings away 



It's money and sex 

It's money and drugs 

It's the longing to look young forever 

It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full 

It's all this destructive behavior 



It's these beautiful flames 

I'm like a moth to a flame 

And it's burning my wings away 



And noone promises tomorrow 

Our best laid plans might go to waste, oh they may 

But I won't be afraid, No I won't be afraid 

Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace 

And we've got love in our hearts 

And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin good today