I got a problem I hate to admit
Hell, no one likes talkin' about it
It's the painful condition of every man,
We'd all be saints here without it
It's these beautiful things
I'm like a moth to a flame
And it's buring my wings away
It's money and s**
It's money and drugs
It's the longing to look young forever
It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full
It's all this destructive behavior
It's these beautiful flames
I'm like a moth to a flame
And it's burning my wings away
And noone promises tomorrow
Our best laid plans might go to waste, oh they may
But I won't be afraid, No I won't be afraid
Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace
And we've got love in our hearts
And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin good today
