I got a problem I hate to admit    Hell, no one likes talkin' about it    It's the painful condition of every man,    We'd all be saints here without it       It's these beautiful things    I'm like a moth to a flame    And it's buring my wings away       It's money and sex    It's money and drugs    It's the longing to look young forever    It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full    It's all this destructive behavior       It's these beautiful flames    I'm like a moth to a flame    And it's burning my wings away       And noone promises tomorrow    Our best laid plans might go to waste, oh they may    It all might tumble down around us    But I won't be afraid, No I won't be afraid    Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace    And we've got love in our hearts    And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin good today