The loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul
I'm no child of destiny and no fortune's son
I've just chased you so long now I'm too weak to run.
A new day is here but nothing is new
Alone in my room I tremble for you.
[Instrumental]
I know I'll return to the backstreets again
To find what I need to prove I'm a man
And there I'll treat shame like an old friend from home
That I can lean on till my mis'ry is gone.
A new day is here and nothing is new
I'm a picture of weakness as I tremble for you...
