It hurts just to sing a song br I’m bending backwards all day long br My train of thought is far from complete br But somehow I manage to drag my feet br Flowers, lips, sweetness, and such br Always wither and fade at my touch br Telling myself it can’t be all my fault br As my tears roll down the asphalt br I believe I can cure this curse br But only if I find you first br Like a vagrant I pound at the door br Old feelings don’t matter anymore br This time my passion feel so true br I discern fresh hope in youbr br Samantha Stoughbr br