I was a step closer to love
Today I write just poems about it
Upwards in loft, where doves make
proffesions of it (of love)
I have been trying to find it everywhere
If I only couldn't win it in card
and if it isn't in wine by chance
like the truth
I admit all of my sins
Beaten and injured I'm falling asleep, fully alone
I'm offering you my ripped out heart on my hand, I've got nothing more
And you still don't know my name though
It can't be bought in shops
in homes of love they will offer you just a fake one
love for short time, money for a lie
Why love isn't like happiness
that it will sit down on me one day
when it gets tired, and hopefully you'll believe me
that I'll then give it to you of its full size
I admit all of my sins
Beaten and injured I'm falling asleep, fully alone
I'm offering you my ripped out heart on my hand, I've got nothing more
And you still don't know my name though