Paradise Lost - Harbour

the need to know gives a strange reaction
the need to know kills my soul, my passion
when will I know, just how far this goes
I feel the glow of a man whose tasted woe

fail each time, strong in mind
turn each page that you wrote
now and then you'll se me there always pale
whit despair

the safe release bears no threat or danger
the tide is weak, but may welcome stranges
this joy it seems maybe just a dream
a soul unclear, like a man whose tasted woe

fail each time, strong in mind
turn each page that you wrote
now and then you'll see me there always pale
whit despair