| This night is mine alone but |
| All that I can do is taken from me |
| By something that I feel |
| My head is clear, my eyes are dry |
| But still there is something going through me |
| It’s something all too real |
| Look around and hear the sound of things |
| That I can use to help me now |
| But I lack the strength |
| To walk alone |
| To stay away |
| From the telephone |
| It’s much too hard |
| To fight my way |
| From day to day |
| And preserve my isolation and purity |
| So here I am, I’ve worked so hard |
| I’ve worked so long to be free of her |
| And still I’m not all here |
| And I can hear her pain resounding now |
| But still I’m living through her |
| I want to have her near |
| Come back down and look around |
| At broken thing she’s spread out on the ground |
| But I lack the strength |
| To walk alone |
| To stay away |
| From the telephone |
| It’s much too hard |
| To fight my way |
| From day to day |
| And preserve my isolation and purity |
| Come back down and look around |
| At broken things she’s spread out on the ground |
| Look around and hear the sound of things |
| That I can use to help me now |
| Come back down and look around |
| At broken thing she’s spread out on the ground |
| But I lack the strength |
| To walk alone |
| To stay away |
| From the telephone |
| It’s much too hard |
| To fight my way |
| From day to day |
| And preserve my isolation and purity |