Interpret:

Sixpence None The Richer

Album:

This Beautiful Mess

well i'm staring straight into the face of hell
you're so close and you can't even tell
i'm so wrapped up inside
because i don't have much to love


horrified i reel from pits unseen
falling off my pedastal of plentiful deeds
as it crumbles down on top of me
i contemplate my lack of love


come and save my soul
before it's not too late
i'm not afraid to admit
how much i hate myself


all these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin
can't speak in tongues and even if i could
it's nothing
because i cannot love


well i'm staring straight into the face of hell
i'm so close and i can't even tell
i'm so afraid i'll amount to nothing
because i don't have much to love