I start to wonder, thoughts so far and wide,
I'm only looking, Only looking through someone elses eyes,
I never new emotion till I wept, Upon these cheeks my demons crept,
And in my eyes I saw the lies, it was only myself I could despise.

How did you write those songs, you must have needed so many wrongs,
To write what is now a beautiful thing.
How did you write those songs you must have needed so many wrongs,
T o write what is now a beautiful thing, to me.

You my idol, you my peer, I try to imagine but its not fair,
How did you find those words in all those songs, all those songs I found my wrongs,
Doubt myself, can't imagine just how it felt,
To write those songs, bout those long before

How did you write those songs you must have needed so many wrongs,
To write what is now a beautiful thing.
How did you write those songs you must have needed so many wrongs,
To write what is now a beautiful thing, to me.


How did you write those songs you must have needed so many wrongs,
To write what is now a beautiful thing.
How did you write those songs you must have needed so many wrongs,
To write what is now a beautiful thing, to me, to me, to me.

(c) AGIVEN 2004