And I am left behind Corrupted crushed and blind All for a dream That in truth was never really mine.
Rufus WainwrightThe mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open? The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry? I'm trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done.
Rufus Wainwright