Intro A word unpenned holds me by my angst again Unbidden and unsent To find my peace of mind a mess Her face, displaced A thought I once chased and placed in sacred verse Now I've raised only for my pride And now and then, I try to write it down But I only seem a stranger Should have put it in a major And though I feel So, so sure And though it pays well to feel like hell The truth's I want you, but can't breakthrough ( ) Relief, I've learned, comes in foolish words and verse Unloved and unheard by those who will not dance I'm not a man, I'm worst at what I am A sham, dodging your own draft Can I be your girl? Cuz in this age, called by what it escapes to be An undying, roaring symphony on your TV screen And though I feel So, so sure And though it pays well to feel like hell The truth's I want you, but can't breakthrough ( ) So far away from your home So far away from your hole And still I find that I'm home And still I find that I'm whole And still I find Still I find And still I find that I'm whole