K. D. Lang. Watershed. Flame of the Uninspired. Zeneszám

I spend a lifetime curving out my fate
Things I like, things I hate
My very nature is to criticize
And then cut myself down to size

On the cusp of compromise
To living hell, I slipped and fell

I'm in the corner licking off my wounds
Loves come and go, all too soon
Looking back upon my life as such
And the remedies they cost too much

Such a frail and fragile place
This egg and shell upon my face

Fueled by desire
(Fueled by desire)
Wind adds to fire
(Wind adds to fire)
Flame of the uninspired

On the cusp of compromise
To living hell, I slipped and fell
Such a frail and fragile place
This egg and shell, upon my face

Fueled by desire
(Fueled by desire)
Wind adds to fire
(Wind adds to fire)
Flame of the uninspired