I wrote, I dreamt.
I was all about guitar and lyrics.
I turned around, I entrusted myself to you,
you couldn't understand...
When my mind and my thoughts boiled,
when words and music cried,
I opened up my heart and prayed,
you couldn't understand me....
But He(God) understood me!
He understood me to my bones!
I laughed it off, I was fresh and young.
I had sank in joy.
I found myself, I lost her.
You couldn't understand me.
You're nice, you're good, you're a steep way.
But you're quite vain.
Damn the songs.
You couldn't understand me...
But He understood me.
He understood me to my bones.