Sweatbead (cover of Fireside)

I try to stop the train
To get used to pain
To get used to take the shit theyīre talking
And i canīt explain
Whatever happened
I try to write it down on paper
And i donīt know why you called me over
You said you tried to make me bitter
But i donīt think you would do a thing like...
Thatīs not your way of getting sober
Tell me more about your career
Iīll give you compliments not telling how i lie

And suppose i donīt have feelings for you
What good does that do
Anyway itīs sad to say
And ignore that iīm not looking at you
And donīt care what our friends say
Why do they bother anyway

And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb

Iīm the smallest lake
Fits in every city
Afraid the sun will dry me out
And I see lovers loving
And all the animals
Are drinking from my hand
Helpīs the sun to kill me

And though i donīt have much to give you
I try to offer you
Whatever good i do
And what if i canīt live without you
Iīm not that good looking and bright
But you know iīd treat you right

And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb
And if you should be my savior
Would you take care of my wounds
Would you hold me and secure me in your womb