I try to stop the train   To get used to pain   To get used to take the shit theyÂ're talking   And i canÂ't explain   Whatever happened   I try to write it down on paper   And i donÂ't know why you called me over   You said you tried to make me bitter   But i donÂ't think you would do a thing like...   ThatÂ's not your way of getting sober   Tell me more about your career   IÂ'll give you compliments not telling how i lie      And suppose i donÂ't have feelings for you   What good does that do   Anyway itÂ's sad to say   And ignore that iÂ'm not looking at you   And donÂ't care what our friends say   Why do they bother anyway      And if you should be my savior   Would you take care of my wounds   Would you hold me and secure me in your womb      IÂ'm the smallest lake   Fits in every city   Afraid the sun will dry me out   And i see lovers loving   And all the animals   Are drinking from my hand   HelpÂ's the sun to kill me      And though i donÂ't have much to give you   I try to offer you   Whatever good i do   And what if i canÂ't live without you   IÂ'm not that good looking and bright   But you know iÂ'd treat you right      And if you should be my savior   Would you take care of my wounds   Would you hold me and secure me in your womb      The city smiles   With all itÂ's lights   Shadows what iÂ've accomplished