You are now but a dot
In your eyes the storm surely rising up
Do do, do do, do do, do do
You covet things that you don't own
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
You turn this child into an old soul, old soul

I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
No, you never scream about it

I do not hear you complain
Do do, do do, do do, do do
In the pouring rain

Do do, do do, do do, do do
It was all too good to be true
I do not see the way out
You cannot turn this around

And it seems to suit you well
One and only, two can be lonely
You created this mess
One and only, two can be lonely

Now I'm bent to your stress

Went your hallowed ground
Like a walk in the dark

Oh, you never talk about it
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
I can't stand in your place
You have weighed me down
You never talk about it
No, you never scream about it
You took a spirit young and whole
One and only, two can be lonely
Do do, do do, do do, do do
One and only, two can be lonely
Turned this child into an old soul, old soul
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
One and only, two can be lonely
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
Do do, do do, do do, do do

Had you taken too much
I'm my own child, blessed and unholy
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
In your eyes a storm surely rising up
I cannot see to your pain
And refused to let me go?
Can't take this away
Like a shot in the dark

Kept me well out of touch