There's a dying man, preacher man, cold heart, and a thief again
Everything you thought you knew, a part of me and a part of you
I'd listen to it through the words, never tell you what it was
Before you made it up inside and anything could happen
There's an honest man, a simple man, clever man, less a man
Left alone to stand amongst the wreckage of your heart
Talking sense, tell me, love will save me, once again
Tell me, "It's okay, my friend"
It's lonely in my heart
In my head
Between the walls that you have made
Between the thoughts that you've created