A few years it's all it took
To lose all sense of direction
A small god, like a balinese child
And your sense of entitlement was electric
Now the moon is up, and you're worn down
From dissecting, directing and defining your life
So you get up, to go out, to give in, to your douts
With your white man moaning, barely locked up inside
And the caveman and the caved man finaly found a way to steer
And there she was, jumping, in a puddle of our dreams
She took you in and you tried your best
To ignore, the dog, scratching the door
But the moon isu p and you're worn out
So you get up, to go out, to give in, to your doubs
'Cause you have pedestals to build, and you have holes to fill
Still you're hiding from your lows,
Afraid of heights you'll never know
That she rewrote her nightmare,
And you can't even remember your own dreams
You just wake up, longing for a love you could lose
'Cause you're nothing, You're nothing without a woman's touch
You're nothing, you're nothing without her foot in the door
And I meant nothing, I meant nothing with the words I said
But I meant everything, I meant everything with the love I gave.