There's a storm in my heart, every beat's a rebellious scream,
There's a mist in my head when I try to remember the dream
I was watching last night, but my mind has been poisoned by thoughts
That begin with "If I"... Wine and sleep are my best antidotes.
There's moonlight in my eyes, and sometimes I do feel like a guest
From a far-away planet, unable to live like the rest.
I may bleed just the same, but I'm made of some different clay,
I just want a pure life, free of games I deceptively play.
I just want a small world where I'm safe and inspired to live
Like a kid, with my door open wide, with a heart on my sleeve,
Where no question's unanswered, and answers don't have to be right,
But this simply immaculate life can't last more than a night.