(Oh, higher, higher) (Oh, high up in the sky) I need somebody, I need a witness When I'm looking in your face You give me faith I feel this faith This must be fate What do I know? To look in your eyes when you see the vision

It ain't easy anymore When I'm walking out your door My feet drag across the floor And it just about kills me I hate picking up my keys I hate kissing you goodbye With that look in your eyes And your arms around me Girl, believe me

I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Maybe you're the runner-up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition,

I'm standing in the shadow of the hill Feel the fear everywhere Hope it don't get me killed I'm standing in the shadow walking blind I've been unfair & unkind Turned away from your suffering far too many times Now I'm standing in the shadow walking blind

Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da So I think I better go I never really know how to please you You're looking at me like I'm see through I guess I'm gonna go I just never know how you feel Do you even feel anything?

Miss madonna won't you give me a kiss One of your soft sweet lagrimas Miss madonna... That you've been smoking cigars Oh miss madonna won't you please give me a kiss Give me one of those soft sweet lagrimas 'Cause i felt your pain When your baby was

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

I'll be your lifeline tonight I won't let go And if you feel you're sinking, I will jump right over Into cold, cold water for you And although time may take us into different places I will still be patient with you I won't let go (I won't let go)

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

And I know I could be more clever I was out on the town So I came to your window last night I tried not to throw stones But I wanted to come inside Now I'm causing a scene, thinking you need a reason to smile Oh no, what have I done? There's no one to