that holds the tears of yesterday.  I've climbed the mountains of regret,  when you're numb you cannot feel the pain.  Then I heard her name across a crowded room,  does anybody know how it feels  to be swimming in a reservoir of soul?  Don't tell me it's for the best.  It only makes me feel worse.  A messiah of circumstance,  in love with being loved.  Then I came across a photograph,  does anybody know how it feels  to be swimming in a reservoir of soul?  I'm lonely, but I'm not alone.  Take me home, I want to go home.