: Grey London morning, wet London streets Rain on the window, wind in the trees It's my time to write, it's your time to call There's something about
: This is my house This is where I live That is the winter Those are the trees I can hear them breathe This is my bed This is where I sleep That was
: We've been crippled in love, short changed, hung out to dry We've chalked on the walls a slogan or two about life Stood dazed in the doorway, the king
: Man stands in all his glory Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up, wears it like a mask Hides inside a child, lives inside
: Some lie about who they love Some lie about the truth Some lie to save their lives Some lie about their youth Some lie about age and beauty The conquest
: You don't love him any more He threw your rag doll out the door I keep my distance, I held my breath Love always ends up hanging by a thread Love
: Hey you, you're a child in my head You haven't walked yet Your first words have yet to be said But I swear you'll be blessed I know you're still just
: What's your name, my name is Pain Where do you live, I live anyplace Where were you born, in the state of fear How old are you, nineteen hundred and
: Deep inside my soul fights a war I can't explain, I can't cross over any more All I see are dirty faces Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces But
I believe in love, it's all we got Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch War makes money, cancer sleeps Curled up in my father and that means
Deep inside my soul fights a war I can't explain, I can't cross over any more All I see are dirty faces Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces But
Hey you, you're a child in my head You haven't walked yet Your first words have yet to be said But I swear you'll be blessed I know you're still just
You don't love him any more He threw your rag doll out the door I keep my distance, I held my breath Love always ends up hanging by a thread Love hurts
Grey London morning, wet London streets Rain on the window, wind in the trees It's my time to write, it's your time to call There's something about distance
This is my house This is where I live That is the winter Those are the trees I can hear them breathe This is my bed This is where I sleep That was the
Some lie about who they love Some lie about the truth Some lie to save their lives Some lie about their youth Some lie about age and beauty The conquest
Man stands in all his glory Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up, wears it like a mask Hides inside a child, lives inside
What's your name, my name is Pain Where do you live, I live anyplace Where were you born, in the state of fear How old are you, nineteen hundred and
