They're picking up pieces of me
While they're picking up pieces of you
In a bag you will be before the day is over
While you're looking for somewhere to be
Or looking for someone to do
Stupid me to believe that I
could trust in stupid you
Don't leave me here to pass through time
Without a map or road sign
don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left is the hour
