Oh-whoa...



There's no shelter

From the cold midnight rain

Going under

There's no picture to frame

A whirlwind of irony

She needs me when I'm in need

I fall where I stand

Alone, I am an empty man



Oh-oh-oh-oh...



It's a fable

Where the judgment is blind

In between us

Only hurt, space and time

Tremors of doubt in me

I see what I want to see

There's a whole in my hand

And inside I am empty



Am I the only one

Who gives you what you need

Am I the only one

Who hates to see you grieve

Oh, am I the only one

Who still believes in you and me



Oh-oh-oh-oh...



Oh-oh-oh...

And inside I am empty



Am I the only one

Who gives you what you need

Am I the only one

Who hates to see you grieve

Oh, am I the only one

Who still believes in you and me



Oh-whoa...