Blues Traveler
More Than Truth
Nothing l could lose
A weapon I just had to use
Paper cut tongue
And a tortured lung
Cry beneath the hallowed rite
Remain a creature through the night
But to walk so you can stand
Takes the reaching of a hand

And in the end, I see
Lonelier than I had to be
Much more than truth
Set you free

Her eyes are mood rings when she is ready
And I'm her rag doll, no limb steady
'Til my purest ore can take no more
Burning fire, the love we make
Pray our souls for each to take
Until the flames know both our names

And in the end, I see
Lonelier than I had to be
Much more than truth
Set you free
And in the end, I see
Lonelier than I had to be
Much more than truth
Set you free

And in the end, I see
Lonelier than I had to be
Much more than truth
Set you free