My back to the seat
As the lights become weak
I pull down the blinds
That shutter my mind
For a week
The faces I see
The friends I don' t keep
And the old folks that
Start dying' in their sleep
And I wish I could speak
To say something unique
To give you the comfort
That you seek
Ooh, my love
In the ways that you need me I' m coming back
But ooh, my love
It' s the ways that you need me that make me want to run
Etc.
Is the bitter sweet?
Is it pain that you need?