Sailing heart-ships thru broken harbors
out on the waves in the night
still the searcher must ride the dark horse
racing alone in his fright.
tell me why, tell me why
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
when your old enough to repay but young enough to sell?
Tell me lies later, come and see me
i'll be around for a while.
i am lonely but you can free me
all in the way that you smile
tell me why, tell me why
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
when your old enough to repay but young enough to sell?
Tell me why, tell me why
tell me why, tell me why