It's not easy, but it's harder to just admit it
So we struggle through but I don't need this
Or the mess I've made that I don't believe in
Cos I know I;ll be saved by my own..

Hand in hand we would never understand
That all along I was always Mr Wrong
But I want you to believe me, it's alright
I'm leaving it's alright...

Believe me, even though these words have no real meaning
Spending all this time thinking I'm anaemic
Or there's something else that's making me sick
Still I know I'll be saved by my own...

Hand in hand we would never understand
That all along I was always Mr Wrong
But I want you to believe me, it's alright
I'm leaving it's alright...

Just can't really see myself
Living in the basement forever
Even though it's dark down there
I'm growing into something weaker
Living on recycled air