I've had a hard time living with my decisions,
Leaving a piece of myself, oh, wherever i go,
I've lived a fine line on the brink of pleasure and pain,
And, oh, i've come to grips with all my shame.

And, as the winds of heaven blow through the shadows of my mind, i see my house

I hear the sound of paradise lost,
In this playground we roam, confusion the cost,
On the crest of a dream i see fat man and little boy,
It aint all what it seems,
Playboys with dangerous toys.

Dreams are shattered,
Lives been tattered,
A flash before our eyes,