Beginnings: ‘and all I want is just to hold you close – a little sunshine just to butter my toast’ – zwan

I started walking home
I started walking home
I was left alone
I was left alone
I started walking home
I started walking home
I was left alone
on a wooden stage to perform for you

I started loving hard
I started loving hard
I was put in charge
I was put in charge
I started loving hard
I started loving hard
I was put in charge
of a symphony I couldn’t control

I started for the door
I started for the door
I was seeking her
I was seeking her
I started for the door
I started for the door
I was seeking her
through stagelights that blinded me

I started for a knife
I started for a knife
I was sick of life
I was sick of life
I started for a knife
I started for a knife
I was sick of life
the fans, they called on my guitar

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