Besedila: Six Pence None The Richer. This Beautiful Mess. Circle of Error.

I see the wonder setting in over
Where I am going and where I've been
And by the way when I kneel to pray
It never seems you're there

And I'll admit that I do not try
When it's easier to sit down and cry
I'm so full of doubt, want to let it out
Let it out all over you

On my circle of error, I go round and round
On my circle of error, I go round and round again

I'm running things into the ground
All the truth I am seeking has not been found
And I am weak, all the words I speak
Bring no passion anymore

And will I try for happiness
In the midst of all this emptiness?
All I want is you, if I only knew
How to get up off this floor