I thought to leave your bed For the street was as simple as saying goodbye I couldn't see how blind a man can be Lord, how quickly life can fly. As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I. The taste of fame is fire to me no more The tension and hunger are gone All I have left are money in the game I'm a prisoner too low I'm on. As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I.
I thought to leave your bed For the street was as simple as saying goodbye I couldn't see how blind a man can be Lord, how quickly life can fly. As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I. The taste of fame is fire to me no more The tension and hunger are gone All I have left are money in the game I'm a prisoner too low I'm on. As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I.
