Furniture de John Gorka

What good am i if i leave you lonely
what good am i if i'm lonely too
what good is a one and only
if that one and only's leaving you
am i losing you
am i losing you
i know you're lonely too
I walk through the land of sweet temptation
where the women come up from underneath
what they offer's sweet as candy
but what they offer's no relief
it's really no relief, over or underneath
yeah i want to keep my teeth
I live in rooms where i'm a stranger
young women here now call me sir
my friends are other lone arrangers
but you won't find us where we were
oh no not where we were, that's just a fading blur
oh yeah they call me sir
True love is a welcome struggle
the only one that's worth it's salt
i want to say i caused that trouble
i want to say it was my fault
i want to say it was my fault
Whatever caused this bad direction
this attitude where darkness thrives
is it loneliness retained in sections
or from undetected sharpened knives
oh the sharpened knives from other people's lives
is that why the darkness thrives?
A friend of mine he taped the ocean
so i could listen to the sea
when locked inside this loud commotion
locked in the land of the free
in the land of the free, it was a gift for me
the sound of the rolling sea
Hope comes from the smallest places
from little rooms inside the heart
the furniture there bears the traces
of every unsuccessful start
unsuccessful start, it's like a work of art
the bottom of the heart