歌词
I am ill of fighting
A war I never invited
Cause what's the point of something
What for? If it melts to nothing
And hopeful men were saying
They said "Winter has spring waiting"
But summer, fall, then winter again
Always warmed to shiver
And I'm shivering
Sought the Lord, found little to none
Found plenty a devil
Well, I don't want your plenty, I don't
Where I was seeking someone, I won't
I'm a fool, a sucker, naïve
Thought I found a lover
And though I am shattered
I know, I know, I know
I know I don't matter
And I'm over soon
And all is well
All is well
All is well
All is well
All is well
All is well
All is well
All is well
All is well
All is well
All is well