It's the way you look at me when rejection's at hand
Could you take me in your arms and forget the way I am?
That makes me feel better when what's lost in the sand
Could you take me in your arms and forget the way I am?
Look for worse than I've accomplished just to see the failure of it all
Cricket sounds could make me mad but anywhere's a desert
So nobody needs that loving anyhow, for what's conscience worth in a pretty mind?
Could you take me in your arms and forget the way I am?