you can't manufacture a miracle
the silence was pitiful that day. a love is getting too cynical
passion's just physical these days
you analyze everyone you meet
but get no sign
love ain't kind
every night you admit defeat
and cry yourself blind
if you can't wake up in the morning
cause your bed lies vacant at night
if you're lost
hurt
tired or lonely
can't control it
try as you might
may you find that love that won't leave you
may you find it by the end of the day
you won't be lost
hurt
tired and lonely
something beautiful will come your way
the dj said on the radio
life should be stereo
each day
in the past you cast the unsuitable
instead of some kind of beautiful
you just couldn't wait
all your friends think you're satisfied
but they can't see your soul no
no
no
forgot the time feeling petrified
when they lived alone
some kind of beautiful
all your friends think you're satisfied
but they can't see your soul no no no
forgot the time feeling petrified
when they lived alone