that holds the tears of yesterday.
I’ve climbed the mountains of regret,
when you’re numb you cannot feel the pain.
Then I heard her name across a crowded room,
does anybody know how it feels
to be swimming in a reservoir of soul?
Don’t tell me it’s for the best.
It only makes me feel worse.
A messiah of circumstance,
in love with being loved.
Then I came across a photograph,
does anybody know how it feels
to be swimming in a reservoir of soul?
I’m lonely, but I’m not alone.
Take me home, I want to go home.
