I turn away from all the ones
who hold on for dear life
Because my fear of love
it rises as a cloudy trace of flendish sorrow
I single out the ones
who’ll never hold me in their hearts
And then I lie under the spell
of their resounding glory and raving stories
I’ll seek for all the ones
who’ll try to deal with all my faults
And then my need of love will rear its head
and drown my spirit, forcing my hand
Tim will ease the strain to wander
Time will heal my wretched love
And I will leave the way to wonder
why you’re inside me, my wretched love