Throwing all my words like a weapon
Was not my intention
Searching for gold in the hollow
The truth that I swallow

Wander through the wasteland of my tender heart
I see it all
The rise and fall
The golden path
Calls me on

Dark clouds in my mind
A teardrop on the fire of sunshine
Dark clouds in my mind
A teardrop on the fire of sunshine

Underneath the cover of quiet
Where words have no meaning
I share my dreams with ghosts at the window
They laugh at me breathing

Wander through the wasteland of my tender heart
Sail across
The waves
The wind
That calls me on

Dark clouds in my mind
A teardrop on the fire of sunshine
Dark clouds in my mind
A teardrop on the fire of sunshine

Throwing words like a weapon
Was not my intention, baby
Throwing words like a weapon
Was not my intention, baby

Dark clouds in my mind
A teardrop on the fire of sunshine
Dark clouds in my mind
A teardrop on the fire of sunshine
Throwing words like a weapon
Was not my intention, baby
Throwing words like a weapon
Was not my intention, baby