Lou Doillon

I wake up some mornings, Thank god not as often as I used to, Slow and heavy from dreams with you You've found a way back in, Once again my long lost friend, Funny to see that after all these years, I miss you the same So I drag myself to the corner

So many questions, but many a less answers... I seem to leap from doubt to doubt Like a blind drifter, And the more I look around the less I recognize this place, This face, these hands, not familiar, but strange; And every step I seem to lose more t

I'm stuck again, In the same old game, And there's no way in, No way out. I found me a man, That don't give a damn, So I wait, I wait every night. If I try to explain What breaks me so, He cries and begs for me not to go, And so I stay and I hold his

Oh I am weary, Oh I am torn And I try to smile, And I swallow the thorns, Ooo I am acid And broken down, And I try to pretend I'm fine, on my own, on my own, on my own... How many times, Can you stumble to the ground And get back up? No, don't you bo

I'll never quite understand Why we love to carry on wars As we do And I haven't yet opened the door, That your bullets are already Flying through And I wish you'd stop Claiming you surrender Lay down the guns if you do You accuse me of standing guard

I wake up some mornings, Thank god not as often as I used to, Slow and heavy from dreams with you You've found a way back in, Once again my long lost friend, Funny to see that after all these years, I miss you the same So I drag myself to the corner