Bleak

Come and taste, sweet sense of sorrow
Reach and feel, bitter taste of tomorrow
Maybe then, I’ll be there again
Like an autumn leaf, waiting for a final wind

Why can’t you see, what you’ve done to me?
It’s not pleasure or pain, but somehow I feel insane
Maybe then, I’ll be there again
Like an autumn leaf, waiting for a final wind

Come in through the door, kneel and feel the floor
It is made of sand, a shelter for you and I
I sit and talk to God, he tells me he loves me a lot
But love can turn to hate, when promises are delayed
Maybe then, I’ll be there again
Like an autumn leaf, waiting for a final wind