I say I may be bad even though I belong to no one, no one
/I would like to believe in tenderness to stay alive
/There's a cop outside as if nothing happening at all, at all
/The same old darkness, as always so far, as they knock on the door with no one on the other side.
Don't sick your hands in your pocket, what are you looking for
/Come on in the door is open, and through a special light maybe where we never been to.
Back to a time made lovely and simple, just like this bitter song of mine
/I can wait a night be tired all waitin
/Sometimes I wonder what I'm set about to find
I say I may be bad even though I belong to no one, no one
/I would like to believe in ten or less things in, in life
Don't sick your hands in your pocket, what are you looking for
/Come on in the door is open, and through a special light maybe where we never been to.
Back to a time made lovely and simple, just like this bitter song of mine
/I can wait a night be tired all waitin
/Sometimes I wonder what I'm set about to find
