She sits alone in a crowded room,   She says that someday will get here soon   And when it does, boy I'm out of here   She says I don't remember love, but it must be a cut above   What's going on around here (around here)      What is wrong with me, I'm out of love   These are the dreams that scars are made of   Is it too much to ask to win just once (just once)      She says X marks the spot where I used to feel,   Baby it's all right 'cause it never heals      What is wrong with me, I'm out of love   These are the dreams that scars are made of   Is it too much to ask to win just once (just once)      Isn't wanting enough   Isn't wanting enough   Isn't wanting enough   Isn't wanting enough   Isn't wanting enough,   Isn't wanting      What is wrong with me, I'm out of love   These are the dreams that scars are made of   Is it too much to ask (is it too much to ask)