Touche Amore - Art Official lyrics

Retracing my steps in hopes to find Some part of me that may be somewhere left behind There's a fear, there's a point, there is a problem What if what I find won't solve any of them And I wonder why I have no motivation I guess I just answered my own question I'm not the golden boy so don't shine me on I'm the ba*tard son of romantic babylon With veins that are all fashioned out of copper A past design not destined to be concurred But like anything there is a flaw inscripted deep That may explain everything