We're damaged people 
Drawn together 
By that we are not aware of 
Disturbed souls 
Playing out forever 
These games that we once thought we would be scared of 

When you're in my arms 
The world makes sense 
There is no pretense 
And you're crying 
When you're by my side 
There is no defense 
I forget to sense 
I'm dying 

We're damaged people 
Praying for something 
That [bad word] from somewhere deep inside us 
Depraved souls  [bad word] in the one thing 
The one thing that this life has not denied us 

When I feel the warmth 
Of your very soul 
I forget I'm cold 
And crying 
When your lips touch mine 
And I lose control 
I forget I'm old 
And dying