(Parks/Clark/Hewerdine)

I'm wanting
your body
your mind and soul for a
moral-less state
of that which I
can't get out of my
endless thoughts of

the sharp edge of you
cuts my voice
when I say your name
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too
many times before

reflection
imagined
you're one thing in the
front of my mind
staring me into my blue eyes

the sharp edge of you
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when I say your name
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I've been here too
many times before

I'm just a wandering soul
a wandering
a wandering soul
been here too many times before
been here too many times before
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I would choose not to love you
I'm thinking that

I'm just a wandering soul
waiting for someone to take hold
and I'd choose not to love you
I've been here too
many times before