Don't give me answers or I would refuse

'Yes' is a word for which I have no use

And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell

Just someone to listen to stories I tell



What is a blessing and what is a dream

Caught between portraits and none's what it seems

Why is it people expect there's a change

When I feel I'm a part of something I can't see

I feel the same



Don't offer questions or I will retreat

Fame is a cancer and ego its seed

And I wasn't looking for Heaven or hell

Just someone to listen to stories I tell



Do we ever wonder?

Did you ever care?

Stories I tell (x3)



Subtle salvation in poems and prose

Hiding our heads in some shadow of home

And I wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells

Just someone to listen to stories I tell

Stories I tell



Stories I tell