Life was good to me when it took me to your front door Walk down telegraph, smoking cigarettes, trying to stay warm Love don't leave me now i need you somehow I can't lose you Yet i'm still terrified that if i light the light i might hurt you You might think that i'm acting like a child - i don't blame you But inside it's real something i must deal with every day now Don't know why that i am such a sorry man but i'm changing And i'd rather die than to live in a lie of my creation Walk down telegraph, on the angels path, halleluja As my father would say, if you love something, set it free Well, i love my song . i love my life . must i leave them? If it's what i must do to get back to you, that's what i'll do then