CHORUS Could I be more lonely? Could I be more lonely? Could I be more lonely? I don't know if I could
Ashes fall from the cigarette of the man who can't forget Who learns more from a single second of silence Than from any word ever spoken to him any poem misunderstood Or from every second of his past that haunts him
CHORUS
Put in front of the mirror, why, he can't recall As he stares into the scars he cannot cover But to all hands laid upon him and all the hands that try to hold him The pain still hides beneath the surface
CHORUS
Night passes behind him, but he doesn't turn to look The shackles and the gag will not allow it 'So far am I from caring', he says, 'or do I care too much? For the more I give the more I must be given'