Early morning drivin' home – some tears are in my mind
Leavin' broken glass of love behind
My heart is crying but my head says: "it's the better way"
There's been no change to make it go – too much was not okay

It seems to be the old cruel game, that happens all the time
It's hard to keep two people's love on an equal line
Yet I won't and can't stop searchin' for a deep true love
I hope to find one, hope to feel one – I'm sure that I could never get enough

Hey, hey girl, when we will meet?
Hey, hey you girl, wan't you see me bleed?

Many times I imagine all the love a luck could bring
But remember that it's also such a mind – destroying thing
'Cause it hurts if I can't be myself, but I'm feeling lonesome if I am
So where's the way for me to go – I try to find it – but I can't

And so it seems to be the old cruel rule that's valid all the time
It is hard to find a lover – on an equal line
Yet I won't and can't stop searchin' for a deep true love
I hope to find one, I hope to feel one – I'm sure that I could never get enough