We suffer everyday,
What is it for,
These crimes of illusion
Are fooling us all,
And now I am weary,
And I feel like I do.

It's only you,
Who can tell me apart,
And it's only you,
Who can turn my wooden heart.

The size of our fight,
It's just a dream,
We've [bad word] everything,
I can see, in this morning selfishly,
How we've failed,
And I feel like I do.

And it's only you,
Who can turn
my wooden heart.