There is a thorn inside of me I keep it secret, it is an ugly pain But it goes where I go I get caught on it again and again It is as old as I am, maybe older It is a rock in my gut and a chip on my shoulder Here I am Here I am Here I am I almost lost myself back there Have you seen the moon tonight? No, me neither, who cares about the moon? When everything is dying Even my kitchen, it feels like a tomb When will the sun come up, oh horizon? How can something be so boring, and yet so violent? Here I am Here I am Here I am I almost lost myself back there