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November 29, 2005
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
In my happy home I barely breathe
In my lovers arms I find relief
And there’s a sky that’s changing and a bird that sings
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run outIn my lovers arms I wait for morning
I beg my god to speak and tear me apart
I’d lay down my body I’d lay down my arms
I never once in my sweet short life meant anybody harmIn my happy home i read the signs
In my lovers arms I move in time
There’s no more crying and there’s no more lies
I never once in my sweet short life was waiting for desire
And there’s no more crying
And there’s no more pain
I never thought for one second I’d have nothing left but shame
In my happy home I barely breathe
I never once in my wayward life was heading to run out