Is it a blessing or a curse to be found, to be found
Is it a burden or a gift to be bound, to be bound
Are you a comma or a dot to my run-on sentence
Where I was just a word that had refused to be defined
There is freedom when you say I am through, I am through
Room for something to begin all anew, all anew
I'm now a horse without a race, I will gallop where I please
And with no shame, no hesitation I'll go down upon my knees
Oh oh, oh oh
My lonely days are over, over
All my lonely days are over, over
My lonely days are over!
And
Love is love is love is love
No matter whom you're thinking of
So you can open all those doors
That someone closed so long ago
Cos you're bolder when you say
"I am through, I am through"
Room for something to begin.