Well i walk alone and iride alone
and i rock myself to sleep
cause baby there aint enough room in this world
for people like you and horrors like me
The time of darkness
there lived a girl in a cave in the woods
disguised as a bee
and at night she'd fly into the sitting
and sting the cause and sting the costs
and she would hover over me
whispering
We're surfacing
Well i stand alone and i fight alone
and i stay clean by feeling cheap
and baby there aint enough room in this world
for perfections like you
and monsters like me
In a time of darkness
you will look absurd and you'll feel inert
and you'll go looking to blame somebody
you see i used to think i'd get over everything
but everything just got over me
I'm certain of it
Well i walk alone and i ride alone
nd you know, that's all right by me
and baby there aint enough room in this world
for a great, great many things