You keep me hanging here
And you steal my time
While I wear my heart out on my sleeve,
Oh, on my sleeve.

Me, I am falling down,
Come see me drown
Checking Out the bottles
At the bar

Like to be away so far

Me, wonder will the wind blow?

Am I chasing snow, though I'll never show
My sorrow's face, my sorrow's face?

Oh you, do you have to toy with
A bolted chest in my mind's chaotic
Lumber room, rattling on fair fortune's loom?

Copyright: COHEN AND COHEN, Word Collections Publishing
Writer(s): HOLDSWORTH