(Parks/Clark/Hewerdine)
I'm wanting
your body
your mind and soul for a moral-less state
of that which I
can't get out of my
endless thoughts of
the sharp edge of you
cuts me voice
when I say your name
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before
reflection
imagined
you're one thing in the front of my mind
staring me into my blue eyes
the sharp edge of you
cuts me voice
when I say your name
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before
I'm just a wandering soul
a wandering
a wandering soul
been here too many times before
been here too many times before
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before
I'm wanting
your body
your mind and soul for a moral-less state
of that which I
can't get out of my
endless thoughts of
the sharp edge of you
cuts me voice
when I say your name
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before
reflection
imagined
you're one thing in the front of my mind
staring me into my blue eyes
the sharp edge of you
cuts me voice
when I say your name
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before
I'm just a wandering soul
a wandering
a wandering soul
been here too many times before
been here too many times before
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I'm thinking that
I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too many times before