First Light

Is there an end to punishment?
What it takes to merit atonement?
Is there a limit to the amount of grief?
When is it possible to feel?
When you reach the limit?
I've got a heart of wind
It gets twisted in my feet
It keeps me away from all of you
It bouncing and harassing me
Blinded and numb, it flouds me
The sky is much better
When I hold you down
The sky is so bright
When it shines in your eyes
It hits me with its first light
While I still get you down
We always feel so wrong
No one here except my man
And a bag of eight held in his hand
A shot of life to get me through
Finding my weaknesses in yours
I was never quite sure how much of me is in you
The sky is much better
When I hold you down
The sky is so bright
When it shines in your eyes
It hits me with its first light
While I still get you down
We always feel so wrong