I COULD NEVER BE SAD ENOUGH
GLAD ENOUGH
BROKEN UP ENOUGH
I WAS NEVER SINCERE ENOUGH
SCARED ENOUGH
ASHES INTO DUST
LEAVES FELL DOWN ON MY HEAD
LIKE ALL THOSE YEARS OF FEAR AND REGRET
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
I’VE SAILED ACROSS THE WAKING WORLD
AND I FEEL AS THOUGH
I’LL NEVER FIND THE PEARL
I’LL NEVER SEE THE STARS OF NIGHT
I’VE TAKEN EVERY WINDING ROAD
AND IT SEEMS AS THOUGH
I’LL NEVER CEASE TO ROAM
I’LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHTS OF HOME
I COULD NEVER BE HIGH ENOUGH
LOW ENOUGH
RADICAL ENOUGH
I WOULD NEVER SAY PLEASE ENOUGH
THANKS ENOUGH
METAL INTO RUST
RAIN FALLS DOWN ON MY HEAD
LIKE EVERY STUPID WORD THAT I’VE SAID
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?