I don't know what she means to me.
I don't know where she needs to be, but it's not beside me.
I don't know what she means to me, I don't know why she moves me.
I don't know why she's not with me, I just know that it kills me.
I don't know what she means to me, I don't know why she moves me -
and I don't know where I need to be, but it is not here inside her!

There is no way that you can love her like I do.
Oh no.
There is no way - I see through you.
Cause when I hold her in the night, all that is wrong will become right.
And I know that she feels it too, cause no one loves her like I do.
There is no way that you will know her like I do.
Oh no, there is no way you'll ever do.
She is a flower of the wild, and I have seen her from her darkest side.
She is a twisted little ride, and you will never know her like I do.
But still I'm crying, feels like bleeding from two self inflicted wounds.
Young and helpless, treading water in a cesspool of maroon.
Feels like dying, feels like dying...
But I'll live!
There is no way that you could touch her like I do.
Oh no.
She thinks of me when she's with you.
She wants it gently like a child, but play her right and she goes wild.
But one step wrong and she will hide.
And you will never touch her like I do.
There is no way that you will fuck her like I can.
Oh no.
You're simply not that kind of man.
Cause sometimes when she's screaming no, she really wants for you to go go go.
But you can never ask her why, no, then she will close up and deny.
But still I'm bleeding this old road salt from my self inflicted eyes.
Slowly scarring and corroding, to thaw this young heart of ice.
And I'm kneeling, yes I'm kneeling...
But I'll live!
I can see how you would need her to spice up your grind.
I can see why she moves you - knocks you out of orbit and mind.
And I can see how you need her to save you from yourself.
Unmeshing you from your grid, to dust you off on your shelf.
But I can't see why she needs you.
No.
I can't see that at all.
You'd have something that I don't?
Would that be possible?

She likes to hide.
She likes to hide.
She likes to hide, and I don't know why.
I'd ask but she's too hard to find.
She likes to hide.
This Tuesday I almost tried to ask her why, but she got that look in her eyes.
She likes to hide.
She likes to hide.
Last night I asked her why, and first she smiled, but then she just broke down and cried.
She likes to hide.
She likes to hide.
She told me that she'll be fine and she's all mine, but I'm pretty sure that she lied.
See, she likes to hide.
She plays this game where I'm supposed to find out the reason why she likes to hide.
She plays that game each night.
I fail to find out, cause I am where I like to hide.

When all are dizzy and happy from too much wine, I leave the party behind.
To walk alone with my thoughts and this spinning mind through this cold night.
But there she stands.
And she walks like you.
And she smiles almost like you.
A child of the wild just like you (yes).
For a second, I think I get a glimpse of the real her behind.
She's warm and fragile with smiles that reach to her eyes, for just this moment - a change so sublime.
And if she'd looked me deep into my eyes and softly asked me to, I'd be in her bed and in her flesh and waste a life I knew.
So I hold my breath and close my eyes and focus on the wine.
Let this trembling moment pass us by, so I could say goodnight.
But then, on impulse, I almost touch her face before I pull back my hand.
And we get nervous, we laugh and she spills her wine.
Both so awkward for what's on our mind.
And she talks like you.
And she smells almost like you.
A child of the wild just like you.
But she's not all you.
Even strives not to be you.
Just like any sister would do.
And perhaps it's the wine, or that you're in her eyes, but I want her this one single time (just this one time).
And if she'd look me deep into my eyes and softly asked me to, I'd be in her bed and in her flesh and waste a life I knew.
So I hold my breath and close my eyes and focus on the wine.
Let this trembling moment pass us by, and then we'll say goodnight.
If I'd look into her eyes and softly asked her to, she would give herself and give her flesh, and waste the life she knew.
So we hold our breaths and close our eyes and take a sip of wine.
But this thirst has emptied every glass, and we should say goodnight.
God, help me say goodnight.

Come break my bones, come spread my ashes.
Come wear me down, come wear me down.
In life a king, in death a failure.
Come help me cry, come help me cry.
I wanted to be changed by the road.
I so wanted to change the road.
But somehow we both resisted change.
Somehow we were both too strong.
And yet we have both winded away, unsure of where we head.
And it's like we're both confused as to who is who.
As if, late in the night, you can't tell the wanderer from the road - the walker from the walked.
Maybe I am just the road, dreaming that I walk.
Dust in my throat, dust in my nostrils.
Dust in my mouth, dust in my eyes.
From dust I come, through dust I wander.
Dust I'll remain - dust all I am.

There's a me who always found his way, but I can't seem to find him just today.
If sometimes I ask you where to go, just don't help me find the road.
Tell me you don't know.
Please tell me so.
There was a me who always knew what's right - that's who I need to help me through this night.
So if sometimes I ask you where to go, please don't help me find the road.
Tell me you don't know.
Please tell me you don't know.
If sometimes I ask you where to go, just don't help me find the road.
Tell me you don't know.

Wait darling wait, for that sound of electric guitars.
Wait darling wait, you will soon be in bed with the stars.
Wait darling wait and don't worry cause you will see, semen stains wash out surprisingly easily from leather back-seats of expensive cars, and soiled toilet seats in the bars.
And why worry about emotional scars, when tonight you'll be sleeping under the stars.
Wait darling wait and don't worry cause you will see, semen stains wash out surprisingly easily from leather back-seats of expensive cars, and soiled toilet seats in the bars.
But why worry about emotional scars, when tonight you'll be sleeping under the...
Wait darling wait, for the moment he catches your eyes.
Wait darling wait, "You're the shit!" as they say in... as they say at... wherever they say that.
And don't worry about emotional scars, cause tonight you'll be sleeping under the stars.

We always were too close - one day I will overdose.
The cross I can't wait to bear, the sweetest drug I love to fear.
Creep up on me from behind, without a sound.
Sweet darkness of mine.
Autumnal grace you are, mother of my every scar.
You walk this road alongside me, in every shadow that I see.
You damage me, damage me.
Come damage me.
Creep up on me from behind, without a sound.
Sweet darkness of mine.
Oh sweetest little lover, twisted girl of dark, you seduce me with your beauty.
So lay me down and lick my skin with your sweetest sickly tongue.
Deadly sister, I give myself to you.
So lick me, every inch of my soul, and send me naked into the void.
Pave the road, and sink your thirstiest teeth into my neck.
Creep up on me from behind, without a sound.
Sweet darkness of mine.
Creep up on me from behind, without a sound.
Tell me every lie and I'll save you.
I'm in.
Simply won't give in.
Oh lover, you damage me, you damage me, again and again.
Come damage me, cause without that pain I am nothing.

She keeps the world at bay with walls built to stand come-what-may, and with that coldness on display they held until today.
She would hold her own, Running all alone, ridding her road of every grain to stay in control.
But now she cries, alive.
Suddenly she is down on all four, and the walls will support her no more.
Cries her eyes out like never before
Onto this linoleum, the bottled up and stored.
She's won every war, and when she's out that door she will push ahead of you, frowning at the poor.
She would move so fast, not to end up last.
Aiming for the finish line to smile at those she'd passed.
But now she cries, alive.
Suddenly she is down on all four, and the walls will support her no more.
Cries her eyes out like never before.
Onto this linoleum, the bottled up and stored.
And sometimes, oh just sometimes, that's really all it takes.
A hand on her shoulder, and then she breaks.
Sometimes that's really all it takes; a word of kindness and she breaks, and then the sum of damage done spills out on stale linoleum.
Sometimes that's really all it takes; a gentle touch and then she breaks to see the sum of damage done stain this linoleum.
Sometimes that's really all it takes; a word or touch and then we break.
And all this world's linoleum can't hold the sum of damage done!
She's becoming her last casualty, if she breaks then at least she'll be free.
But she keeps it together once more.
And runs another day to fight another war.
Itsy bitsy spider, climbed the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Now she stays on the ground, so she'll never fall.
See, she would rather drown than lose control.

Your love is beautiful.
Your love is sensual.
My love will puncture your skin.
My love goes all the way in.
Your love is poetry.
My love is sodomy.
Your love is Everything.
My love is Anything.
We believe it's personality, but it's really sexuality.
We put faith in love and honesty, but the stuff that makes our history and sets us free is curiosity.
My love is physical.
A shameless animal.
One with all riding the wave.
A childish lust feeling its way.
We pretend it's personality, but it's really sexuality.
We put faith in love and honesty, but the stuff that makes our history and sets us free is curiosity.
You say love's divine.
(my love is beautiful / your love will puncture your skin / we believe it's personality)
Well baby, so is mine.
See, the only time I hear you take the name of the Lord is when you're tied to the bed with your face against the head board.
So, do you take it in vain?
Then why would you take it again and again?
We believe it's personality, but it's really sexuality.
We put faith in love and honesty, but the stuff that makes our history and sets us free is curiosity.

Tell me where it hurts, so I can reach the pain.
Tell me where it hurts.
Just pump it through my vein.
Be brave and tell me where it hurts.
There's something deep inside that you don't want to show.
There's something that you hide, cause you're afraid I'll go.
But no.
Tell me where it hurts.
You tell me not to go.
(tell me where it hurts)
Say you want to be my holy grail.
And your skin is white like fallen snow.
I don't want to leave my marks.
But if I do, are you brave enough to let me through to touch you where it hurts?
I'll touch you where it hurts.
And you can touch me.
Come on and touch me where it hurts.
Everyone I know seem to be broken inside.
Everybody hurting just from being alive.
Touch me where it hurts.
Come touch me where it hurts.

This time I'll try not to get hurt.
This time I'll stay untouched with pain and dirt.
This time I'll stick to what I've learned.
This time I'll fly so low I won't get burned.
But maybe it's not enough.
Maybe this time it's just too much.
Maybe I'm not that tough.
Or maybe this time the road is just too rough to walk down.
So I sit down.
I've walked this road so many years.
I've worn down all my boots, I've cried all tears.
So many crossroads left behind.
So many choices burned into my mind.
And maybe it's not enough.
Maybe this time it's just too much.
Maybe I'm not that tough.
Or maybe this time the road is just too rough to walk down.
So I sit down.
And maybe it's not enough.
Maybe this time it's just too much.
Maybe I'm not that tough.
Or maybe this time the road is just too rough to take me home.
But I walk on.

Once there was a me who always knew the way, who somewhere on the road led me astray.
And I've seen so many broken souls, broken in despair, lying at the curb gasping for air.
Always thought I'd change somehow, altered by the road, and become what I was always meant to be.
But every step along the way, every mile of road, wore down the fearless manchild that was me.
Restless mind, you steal my time.
Need to find a place to hide.
Slowly losing my innocence.
Once there was a me who always knew what was right, but somewhere on this road he lost his light.
Always thought I'd be much more, I would transform, somehow someday.
But here I am.
Never thought I'd be this weak.
Never thought I'd fall, and lose myself along these dusty roads.
But here I am.
Reckless time, you steal my mind.
Need to hide each place I've found.
Still I'm losing my innocence.
We're all losing our innocence.
I want that invincible time, that invincible me.
I want it all back.
I want it all back.
I want myself back.