I don't want a body
Without a soul
Here's just one more thing
I can't control
Like my fingers
And my mouth
Like my temper
And my doubts
That's why I'm sorry to subject you
With the things I do
To what by now you know
is the image of you
We're not who we thought
We were who we're not
There are two ways to go on
To forget or not to go on
And still I'm sorry to subject you
With the things I do
To what for long you've known
Is the image of you