My back to the seat As the lights become weak I pull down the blinds That shutter my mind For a week The faces I see The friends I don' t keep And the old folks that Start dying' in their sleep And I wish I could speak To say something unique To give you the comfort That you seek Ooh, my love In the ways that you need me I' m coming back But ooh, my love It' s the ways that you need me that make me want to run Etc. Is the bitter sweet? Is it pain that you need?