My life is like a wound

My life is like a wound,
I scratch so I can bleed.
Regurgitate my words,
I write so I can feed.
And death grows like a tree,
that's planted in my chest.
Its roots are at my feet,
I walk so it won't rest.

Oh, baby I am lost
I said oh, baby I am lost

I try to push the colours,
through a prism back to white.
To sync our different pulses,
into a blinding light.
And if love is not the key,
if love is not a key.
I hope that I can find,
a place where it could be.

I know that in your heart
there is an answer to a question,
which I'm not as yet aware that I have asked.
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
I would have bled and cried for all the years
that I alone have let them pass.

And oh, baby I am yours
I said oh, baby I am yours
And oh, baby I am yours
I said oh, baby I am yours