Lyrics
I stand a head and shoulder above her
She towers over me inside a dream
What kind of angry fool would want another?
Obsessed with being lonely, it seems
Just one kiss from her and I'm a drunkard
Inside her mouth I recall the taste of wine
A meditating man might deny the hunger
Obsessed with being lonely all the time
Was she something I thought needed to be broken?
Was I something she thought needed to be healed?
The flames continued on throughout the evening
Obsessed with finding something we could feel
In the morning light the ashes gently smoldered
We picked up the pieces best we could
Afraid it was the last time I'd ever hold her
Obsessed with being lonely for good
Was she something I thought needed to be broken?
Was I something she thought needed to be healed?
The flames continued on throughout the evening
Obsessed with finding something we could feel
Was she something I thought needed to be broken?
Was I something she thought needed to be healed?
Yeah, the flames continued on throughout the evening
Obsessed with finding something we could feel
Yeah, the flames continued on throughout the evening, oh
Obsessed with finding something we could feel