Drone

Seems that things
getting kind of rough
I guess I did not realize
in time,
(in time)

Why, I ask why
he doesn't trust me
(he doesn't trust me)
anybody

Strange kind of love
middle of the day
sun's beating rays
they hurt around my eyes
and meantime
how do I explain
the marks and the despair
I'm living my life a lie

Why,
I ask myself why
he doesn't trust me
(he doesn't trust me)
he doesn't trust anybody, oh

Strange kind of love
but I don't let him go
as he clearly shows
that without me, without me
he'd die
so I stay,
I take the pain
I rot away . . .