And it's hard at the end of the day

Through this world I've stumbled, so many times betrayed, trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

I think I've become a much better singer and a much better player. Years and years of playing a couple of hours every day will do that.

I've learned to trust myself, to listen to truth, to not be afraid of it and to not try and hide it.

You take me in, no questions asked. You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me. Are you an angel?

I will rememeber you. Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by and don't forget all your memories.