I am a soul for sale
Walking inside a maze I am a hidden trail

Lost in myself for days It’s not the life I choose

This is the straw I drew

It’s not the game I play

This is the price I pay

I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done

Plans I had all fall through

The moment that I saw you

Here we go round again

Swept up in your whirlwind

This is the final stand

Beating me down again

All my defences fail

Everything fades away

I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done

I’m sorry I’m sorry

For what I’ve done

You and I used to meet on the crowded street;
High on absinthe and all distilled so sweet.
Under a doorway lit by a single bulb:
You asked me if I could give you my love.
Sir I cannot give what I do not feel –
So don't ask and ask you wax me ill.
Yet, I should think there a girl
who might take pity on you –
Who'd love you like you know
I could never do.
Nell or Nan won't give you trouble
like you know I would;
Their love is free, which I'm sure you deserve.
Now, let's shake hands and
call ourselves “friend”.
For all things start and
all things must end.
I shall say our time together was
that most pleasant.
Remember me well and
harbor no resentment.
But why you go ‘round and say
that I have no heart?
It don't make sense
– you want what you say I ain't got.
C’mon, now, sir.
Now, I said I could not love you
and that I mean.
Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.

Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.
            She ain't said never better wait and see.
Ain't no man gonna put a rope around me.
            She ain't said never better wait and see.