when you're stoned baby, and I am drunk
and we make love, it seems a little desolate
If you won't let me fall for you then you
won't see the best that I would love to do for you instead
you will be missing me when I go cos I'm
bored of hanging out in your cold
when I feel loved baby, I join the road
and the world moves with me
and think what's the point
think where's the hope we're coming home
If you find one day
find some freedom and relief