Come and hold my hand. I want to contact the living, not sure I understand.. This role I've been given. I sit and talk to God, and he Just laughs at my plans, me head speaks a language I don't understand. I just want to feel real love, feel the home that I live in. 'cos i got too much life tunning through my veins, going to waste.
I don't want to die, but i ain't keen on living either, before  i fall in love i'm preparing to leave her. I scare myself to death, that's why i keep on running, before I've arrived I can see myself coming.