By: Steve Wynn
Are you still telling people you're better off dead?
Well, I don't know what to say, that hasn't already been said
You say you're beaten and I don't doubt it
Why do you still wanna talk about it?
I know you're not stupid, I know you're not blind
You were brought to your knees, till you started to doubt your own mind
I'm not above suspicion, confusion nor derision
But if you come a little closer to my heart honey
I'll tell you what I'm dreaming of.
The darkness that fell on your eyes, it comes back to me now
And the scars that you show, I realize they seem to mark me somehow
I'm not above suspicion, confusion nor derision
But if you come a little closer to my heart honey
I'll tell you what I'm dreaming of
But if you come a little closer to my heart honey
I'll tell you what I'm dreaming of
I'm not above suspicion, confusion nor derision
But if you come a little closer to my heart honey
I'll tell you what I'm dreaming of
But if you come a little closer to my heart honey
I'll tell you what I'm dreaming of
But if you come a little, come little closer ...