Baby, I get so scared inside. And I don't really understand. Is it love that's on my mind. Or is it fantasy?. . Heaven, is in the palm of my hand. And it's waiting here for you.
So sick and tired of living and so afraid to die. I've lived so many lives and still I wonder why. The way the world perceives me is not the way I am.
The fire started long ago. The flames burned out, still embers glow. So charred and black. There's nothing left to burn, to burn. . We had the same dream.
Baby I get so scared inside. And I don't really understand. Is it love that's on my mind. Or is it fantasy?. . Heaven is in the palm of my hand. And it's waiting here for you.