Soaked to the bone
And sink like a stone
Walk home alone
It’s not the first time
It’s not the worst crime
Your soul will be OK

When you’ve had enough searching for love
And you miss the touch
Of someone new

Burned by your dreams
It's never how it seems
Cold [bad word] esteem

Take shelter and hide forever
Your soul will be OK

When you’ve had enough
Searching for love
But you miss the touch
Of someone new

I’ve had enough
Searching for love
But I miss the touch
Of someone new

Soaked to the bone
Sink like a stone
I will take you home
Its not the first time
It’s not the worst crime
Our souls will be OK