i stand a head and shoulder above her she towers over me inside a dream what kind of angry fool would want another obsessed with being lonely it seems just one kiss from her and i m a drunkard inside her mouth i recall the taste of wine a meditating man might deny the hunger obsessed with bein lonely all the time was she somethin i thought needed to be broken was i somethin she thought needed to be healed the flames continued on throughout the evenin obsessed with findin somethin we could feel in the mornin light the ashes gently smoldered we picked up the pieces best we could afraid it was the last time i d ever hold her obsessed with bein lonely for good was she somethin i thought needed to be broken was i somethin she thought needed to be healed the flames continued on throughout the evenin obsessed with findin somethin we could feel was she somethin i thought needed to be broken was i somethin she thought needed to be healed the flames continued on throughout the evenin obsessed with findin somethin we could feel the flames continued on throughout the evenin obsessed with findin somethin we could feel