Sep 10, 2005 22:24
It doesn't mean much
It doesn't mean anything at all
the life I've left behind me
is a cold room
I've crossed the last line
from where I can't return
where every step I took in faith
betrayed me
and led me from my home
And sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
You take me in
no questions asked
You strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me
Are you an angel?
Am I already that gone?
I only hope
that I won't disappoint you
When I'm down here
on my knees
And sweet, sweet surrender
is all that I have to give
...and I don't understand
by the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
I miss the little things
I miss everything
It doesn't mean much
It doesn't mean anything at all
the life I left behind me
is a cold room...