Bettie Serveert - Healer

You say my weakness is my pride
You say i shouldn't step aside
Tell me where i stand
And though you know i'm ill at ease
You treat my doubt like some disease
Tell me where i stand
I go down to the side of extremes
Head in a cloud, like i know it's a dream
It's not real
How'd you know i'm heading home?
When it's such a doubtful word
When your house is not a home
Specify the word
Waiting to collapse
Heaven make it so
There's 47 traps
Waiting to let go
I go down to the side of extremes
Head in a coud like i know
It's a dream, it's not real
But i know how i feel
How'd you know i'm heading home?
When it's such a doubtful word
By yourself but not alone
Now specify the hurt
I go down to the side of extremes
Down to the side where i know
I can dream this ain't real
But i know how i feel
I go down to the side of extremes
Heal the healer before you heal inside
Forget about your weakness
Forget about your pride
Eveybody's sane on the innocent side
Though you know that i'm ill
Ill at ease
Don't think my doubt is such a dumb disease
You gotta let it all out

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