There's a hole in my chest,
doesn't let me pray, bother or rest,
takes away my rhythm, wonder and zest;
makes me feel the worst, but makes me do the best.

There's a hole where my heart used to be.
I sacrificed bliss so I could set it free.
I gave away trust for truth I wanted to see,
died away in uncertainty so truth I could be.

There's a hole in my soul where love should be found
'cause I traded all my secrets so I could go underground,
sacrificed my words so I could master speaking in sounds;
hoping that my purpose would soon come around.

There's a hole in my gaze wherever I go,
I gave away my ignorance because I wanted to grow,
gave away my innocence so I could be bold,
surrendered to life but left without a hand to hold.

There is no fun when you’ve become numb;
maybe the pain is gone, but so is all lifelong.
And there is no thrill when life is standing still;
maybe you won’t get rushed, but you won’t get to see much.

You can wash the pain away
with tobacco or chardonnay;
or you can just let yourself decay,
you’re picking a poison anyway.

Oh mother moon, tell me what I want
so in my guilty pleasures I can rot.
I wish to be loved and I wish to be forgot,
but the reason I seek this is an unfamiliar thought.

'Cause when I stand still I’m the only thing alive,
breathing in the dead and empty  with everything I hide.
Observing the past and future: regretting, regretting.
And don’t ask me what my problem is
because I’ve got plenty.

Send me to the light.
Yeah, send me to the light.
Let me show my divine
and all love intertwine.
And when the sun don’t shine,
send me to the light.

Set the sun to my right,
**** me with kindness
and illuminate the night.
And when this world’s no longer mine
send me to the light.
Yeah, send me to the light.

I need to find
a peace of mind
to walk in your shoes,
but a lover's game
that's just played the same
is one we're gonna lose.

So grip me slow
and grip me tight
and show me which way is right.
And if I ever lose my way
just send me to the light.
Yeah, send me to the light.

A thousand lives you live,
but please don’t try to tame them.
With all the love you give
you might as well be an alien.

I won’t torch down your roots,
the nature of a wild thing.
With denim and with ***** boots
singing the blues and dancing to the swing.

A thousand tales you tell
about the stars and wicked moonshine.
But all I need to hear
is a tune that I can call mine.

I won’t slow down the beat
of this aching heart’s desire
as I wander across this world
and my soul is set on fire.