Sanoja: Rosanne Cash. I Want A Cure.

Distance makes the heart start wondering
Absence makes the anger grow
The world may just be spinning through us
And separation lets it show

I walk away the fear and anger
I'm talking through the tears each day
I push myself to points of danger
Nothing makes it go away

I want a cure
A mental, geographical cure, a physical, chemical cure
Sugar or shopping, drinking or dropping
Emotional highs of my life in disguise
There's one thing for sure, I want a cure

Love seems like a fancy theory
Fame a substitute for friends
Those who love can't get near me
And those who don't are moving in

A heart is like a broken window
Pain depends on point of view
The world may just be slowly stopping
And no one knows but me and you

I want a cure
A mental, geographical cure, a physical, chemical cure
Sugar or shopping, drinking or dropping
Emotional highs of my life in disguise
There's one thing for sure, I want a cure

Where no one can see me
No one knows how I'm feeling

I want a cure
A mental, geographical cure, a physical, chemical cure
Sugar or shopping, drinking or dropping
Emotional highs of my life in disguise
There's one thing for sure, I want a cure

I want a cure
I want a cure