One voice inside to another says
"I've got more problems than us both"
But that's so sick to call life a problem
That has its needs and needs to be solved
She thinks it over while her satin black mane
Waves perfectly over one eye
She sits cross-legged doubled over
As if she's clutching a child waiting to die
Is it worth it?
If you want to find peace
At the end of the road
I promise I'll be there
Her heart has no bearing a weak sense of directions
And things take too long to register
Listen to regrets, at long last she's released his love
And the front door haunts her
If you want to find me
At the end of the road
I promise I'll be there