It sure is quiet around here - The phone never rings any more - So I'll wallow in silence and nail my soul to the floor - Coz I'm angry and jealous and sick and tired of untruth - I'm lonely my pride is bruised - My wheels sink low - Love's candle burns slow - If I spread my wings will I ever leave the ground - All of these painful scenes that drag me down - My wheels turn slow - Loves candle burns low - And now my eyes are dressed in rags - To hide the scars from what I've seen - And my fall from grace could it be a lesson to you - If I trade my place would it make it better for you....
