It doesn't mean much,
It doesn't mean anything at all,
The life I've left behind me,
Is a cold room,
I've crossed the last line,
From where I can't return,
Where every step I took in faith,
Betrayed me,
And led me from my home.
And sweet,
Sweet surrender,
Is all that I have to give.
You take me in,
No questions asked,
You strip away the ugliness,
That surrounds me,
Are you an angel,
Am I already that gone,
I only hope,
That I won't disappoint you,
When I'm down here,
On my knees.
And sweet,
Sweet,
Sweet surrender,
Is all that I have to give.
Sweet,
Sweet,
Sweet surrender,
Is all that I have to give.
And I don't understand,
By the touch of your hand,
I would be the one to fall.
I miss the little things,
oh I miss everything.
It doesn't mean much,
It doesn't mean anything at all,
The life I left behind me,
Is a cold room.
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