I got you But it's the craving for the good life That sees me through troubled times When the mind begins to wander to the spoon
And I got you 'Cause you're there to bend and nurture me through these Troubled times 'Cause the fix begins to twist my troubled mind
And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day And I got you to paint the roses on my grave And I got you
I got you But it's the feeling that I get when you're away Twist my mind, 'Cause I'm all alone and cold, I feel like dyin' And I got you to fill the craving that I get inside my mind When you're there to fill the space I have inside, I feel like crying
And I got you to paint the sorrow on my day And I got you to paint the roses on my grave And I got you