Oh, momma what to make of my dreams   I, crawl into bed with awful things   And i tried so hard, to sleep so well   But something drags my mind to hell      Doctor, doctor, whats this sickness in the soul   That makes my friends grow so cold   What kind of love is so easily sold   I think its finally taken its toll      Tin man you speak of vacancy   But my friend your so naive   You've got more love than you could ever believe   And thats more than i can say for me      Oh, Darling how deep is your wound   Do you still believe that promises come true   I know it feels like you wont make it through   But what kind of God would abandon you      Oh, Jesus why must i sing   When i feel i've lost everything   I swam so far, but my body grew weak   So i close my eyes, and i Just sink