This is just to
express
How I lose all my
******* bearings
Around you, I can't rest
When I have this
bridge to cross
Because I've got
my own cross
To bear in this blaring heat
And the blistering cold
and it means nothing
When at the ends
of the deserts
And at the final field filled
up with snow
The wind and
the heat and
the cold and
my weary feet
Don't count
for anything
No they
don't

Oh little girl
You're so
naive
My stomach
turns
In time
with the eve
Of the day
I'll be with you