In the past I'm burning in the flame of hope

Trouble come and turn me into solid smoke

In your bar I drink until I can't stand up

Your drowning heart in the bottom of my cup



You are hurting but you are learning

I'm still burning while I'm living

In my own world

On a bed of nails



No one here I would even think to trust

I would disappear but someone just stole my crutch

You're not here but then again you're nowhere else

In the spinning chair melting all around yourself



You are hurting but you are learning

I'm still burning but you are living

In your own world

On a bed of nails

In your own world

On a bed of nails