My life is like a wound

I scratch so I can bleed

Regurgitate my words

I write so I can feed

And death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest

Its roots are at my feet

I walk so it won't rest

Oh baby I am lost

Oh baby I am lost

I try to push the colors

Through a prism back to white

To sync our different pulses

Into a blinding light

And if love is not the key

If love is not a key

I hope that I can find a place where it could be

I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question

Which I'm not as yet aware that I have asked

And if that tree had not drunk my tears

I would have bled and cried for all the years

That I alone have let them pass

Oh baby I am yours

Oh baby I am yours

Oh baby I am yours

Oh baby I am yours