i just lay in a ruin
a heap of distress
what is the good part
that comes with the rest?
i just want to live
i am a living lie
when i think of your eyes
i think of the best

how did blind patience
turn into blind faith
i was still waiting
and you were too late
looking with you
instead of without
its not just a man
that makes one of us great

i missed again
i held you
i missed again
give me your life
i missed again
turn me on
i missed again
im hoping its you

i washed my dirty soul
in your clean white hands
you laughed at my foolish
and futile plans
i have little ways
i want to make you talk
its not just a woman
that makes me a man

i missed again
i held you
i missed again
give me your life
i missed again
turn me on
i missed again
im hoping its you