What is it that I need that I don´t already have?
Who was there in the past that I couldn´t seem to save?
But will I seem so smart, me and my broken heart
When I am pretending to be brave

What is there up ahead that I can´t already see?
Startling as it seems, well, it´s supposed to be
Where am I going next?
And if no one objects
Just close the door and that´ll be the end of me

What is it that I lost that I don´t really need
Some glasses for my eyes
And an hour or two of speed
My hands don´t blister, my hands don´t bleed
But I´ll never be contented, repent or ever be lamented
´Til I´m planted down like rotten crops
And covered up with weeds

What is it that I want that I can´t already taste?

A damson from a tree
A girl that I once chased
A girl who ran away and wanted to be caught
Then bade farewell to my love like some merchandise she bought

Things are going up like blasphemous prayers
I burned up all my paper money on those London derrieres
Prayers and paper money will burn until you choke
The things I should have said
They were so easily left unspoken
I didn´t break you down
You were already broken

What is it that I need that I don´t already have?
Who was there in the past that I couldn´t even see?

But will I seem so smart, me and my broken heart
When I am pretending to be free?
When I am pretending to be free
When I am pretending to be free