Sep 23, 2006 18:38
who shall i blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?
for every stupid struggle
i don't know.
i could buy you a drink
i could tell you all about it
i could tell you why i doubt it
and why i still believe.
i can't say it like i sing it
i can't sing it like i think it
i can't think like i feel it
and i don't feel a thing.