who said that I wasn't right?
I've lived for years without a life
don't have a soul on my side
still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
don't take me under your wing
I don't need a hand, don't need anything
I've got a roof over my head
as if I'd rather be alone with me instead

close yet far
 me a line and tell me how the hell you are
and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me
and I never never never ever wanted this to be

I can hear the sounds of the city
sunrise and set are the same to me
a hesitating pulse is good company
and my reflection offers no apology
but who said that I wasn't right?
and I've lived for years without a life
don't have a soul on my side
still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried

close yet far
 me a line and tell me how the hell you are
and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me
and I never never never ever wanted this to be

close yet far
 me a line and tell me how the hell you are
and I'll think of the days when there was something to believe
and I never never never ever wanted this to be