lyrics
I found out my folly:
The plight of the fool:
Unquestioning trust;
A faith in the fruitless.
I thought I was wary,
And maybe I am,
But easily-led,
A traitor to logic.
Now I'm in your hands.
You hold the key,
To all I pretend to be.
Please don't ruin this for me.
I tried to be careful,
But I was seduced,
Bohemian chic,
Human understanding,
So maybe I'm weak.
I know it's a custom,
To wear a facade,
A headlong bravado,
But it's not me.
And now, you hold the key,
To all I pretend to be.
Please don't ruin this for me.
You hold the key,
To all I pretend to be.
Please don't ruin this for me.
There's no need to worry:
It's turning out fine:
The chance that you took;
You will not regret this.
So maybe my folly,
Is not quite the same,
Reluctance to trust,
A doubt in the flawless...
Keep me in your hands.
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from
Vain,
released December 2, 2008
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