I'm still here, hanging at the corners Seeking your heart within people The sad of them and the playful In these dark years where love is shameful And I've got nothing but your laughter echoed in my head My heart is where the sunset is Where your truth denies your promises In the wait for another dream, probably My love Oh probably We turn around for love abroad We hunt for love that's outlawed We worship different holy books from the same God It's the same you and me The busker and the refugee In the wait for another dream, probably My love Oh probably Why? Why? Why have you taken my Sugarbee from me?