| Wrapped in the pain | |
| that you gave to me | |
| I got lost inside | |
| the maze of my memory | |
| deep in my heart | |
| I die without cease | |
| for my lover ran away | |
| to find release | |
| and if I had to do it again | |
| would I make it right | |
| and if I had to lose it again | |
| would I hold you tight | |
| forgive me I was blind | |
| to the world outside | |
| I was unkind | |
| to the world outside of me | |
| feed me the right words | |
| dead to the world for days | |
| on end I cried for my little girt | |
| scattered my ashes all over | |
| the sea curled up in the debris | |
| you left of me | |
| and if I had to do it again | |
| would it turn out fine | |
| and if I had to lose it again | |
| would I call you mine | |
| to dream of a world made for me | |
| and you was such a lovely thing to do |