My life is like a wound I scratch so I can bleed Regurgitate my words I write so I can feed And death grows like a tree That's planted in my chest Its roots are at my feet I walk so it won't rest Oh, baby, I am lost I try to push the colors Through a prism back to white To sync our different pulses Into a blinding light And if love is not the key If love is not a key I hope that I can find A place where it could be I know that in your heart There is an answer to a question That I'm not as yet aware That I have asked And if that tree had not drunk my tears I would have bled and cried for all the years That I alone have let them pass Oh, baby, I am yours