There's a hole in my side
And comfort is only a need of mine
At any chance that I might get
Your arms can't hold what's going on inside
And you'll see just what you want me to be
And I'll be fine just as soon as I find
I've seen myself mixed up
You say you've won a part of life
I say, you've been bitten by the cold
And you'll swing at any chance that you might get
I've seen myself mixed up
Never really come to much
And maybe I should find a place to hide
And maybe I'll burn down the place I hide
And I get lonely at any chance that I might get
And I'll get lonely just as soon as I find
And never be bought again
Composição: Ian Dench / James Atkin
