What have I got feelings for If I can't share what I feel With the people that I care The most about? What is the point of being alone If I can't come home At the end of the day Back into your arms? A kind of suffering So deliciously sweet Why don't you stop to be a son And try to become a person In front of the freak show of your fears? Why do I spend my time singing If my songs can't get to you And my voice will never get under your skin? What is the sense in growing old If my years are quickly passing through my fingers Before I've even grown up? A kind of suffering So deliciously sweet I'm alone tonight, standing in the rain Hoping it can wash my soul deep within I'm alone tonight, standing in the rain Hoping it can wash my soul deep within Inside of me Let the night melt into morning Brought on by the heaviness of your eyelids And the softness of your breath Let a perfect moment of simple existence Be brought by the tenderness of your smile And the depth of your sight I'm alone tonight...