I'm torn exactly into two pieces, one of us, you and one, one of us, you and one, one of us. I'm torn exactly into two pieces, one of us, you and one. One of us, you and one, one of us. Standing at a tower, but honey, I'm still on your side. All my hopes have finally gone wasted, and by the worst compass I could know. I took the bus across the bridge, sold my bedroom and my home. There's these notes in the music, worthy of this road from the past. But while you're praying at the 90s, they're coming up and it couldn't last. I'm still inside of your fast machine. Oh, and it's holding your love so free. I'm 45, standing at a tower, but honey, I'm still on your side. Now you're just a stranger that I know. Now you're just a stranger that I know. Now you're just a stranger that you know. There ain't no more that I can live by. Just these naggings I can't shake. The hum coming from the basement. A little crying out for crying out sick. But if I could learn to love your shadow, when your shadow hits the light. And there ain't no trace of what we've been through. Then I'll shout it till the day that I die. I'm still inside of your fast machine. Oh, and it's holding your love so free. I'm 45, standing at a tower, but honey, I'm still on your side. I'm still on your side.