well any sense i had is gone on an open field you had me run where was the light we had before i don t know why i ask at all i keep on talking carelessly i look in books and magazines thinking a word could be enough you look at me i m burning up when i hear your good advice i m starting something and good advice i m running from it i didn t ask you i didn t want it in an empty room you pardoned me but all around us whispering what we have now anyone s guess so just be rude or your kindness you give it up so easily that now i drown in reasoning i can t be helped or even heard and every word makes me feel worse  when i hear your good advice i m starting something your good advice i keep running from it i shouldn t ask since i never want it any sense i had at all is gone on the open field you had me run where was the light we had before oh i don t know why i ask at all if a pardon isn t what i want i can t helped or even heard but all this good advice i ve heard all your good advice i started something i should have known that i didn t want it i never hear it i keep on running i didn t ask it i can t be pardoned1