The mouths of the best poets Speak but a few words And then lay down Stone cold in forgotten fields Life goes on in this ant farm town Cold to the lifeblood underfoot All talk and no touch And I just wanna be real I just wanna be real The colors here are monochrome Studies in one shade of grey The good times and the hard times Cut from the same grey cloth And all the fires that crackle here Consume but do not burn All light and no heat And I just wanna get warm I just wanna get warm The days they rattle past me Like a tunnel round a train Landscapes and heartaches I don't know what I feel All I know is my condition Is worse than I can tell The small talk and the slow burn And I just wanna be healed I just wanna get well There are things I should remember But I have forgotten how I'm all tied up with no time Trying do too much And the thoughts that I've avoided Are the ones I need right now Like a warm wind and love's hand And I just wanna be touched And I just wanna be real And I just wanna be well And I just wanna be healed And I just wanna be warm