| I hate it when you wonder… so sensual and free
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| And I hate it when you’re psychic… With the things I cannot see
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| I hate it when you lead on… Like you know which way to go
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| And I hate it when you stumble… And you never touch the floor
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| A pathological liar… I am fallin' again
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| With a flood of desire… I walk the line
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| Between pleasure and pain
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| I hate it when you’re lyin'… So close to me at night
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| And I hate it when you whisper… Sweet words into my mouth
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| Yeah the woman be the reason… A woman be the light
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| A woman be the color… If faith would be my sight
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| I’m a man of contradiction… With a heart so restrained
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| So afraid of commitment… I walk the line
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| Between pleasure and pain
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| It may take one lifetime… Or it may take one day
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| For me to find the courage… Not to walk away
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| If this is all that matters… If this is all we know
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| If enlightment is our journey… It will never, ever let us go…
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| (Never let us go)
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| I hate it when you want me… Passion in your eyes
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| I struggle and I reason… «This couldn’t possibly be right.»
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| And I fight you with honor… And I fight you with fear
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| So afraid of what I would find out… If I were to let your heart come near
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| I believe in redemption… For a fool’s domain
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| And I ask for forgiveness… I walk the line
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| Between pleasure and pain…
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| Between pleasure and pain…
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| I walk the line…
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| Between pleasure and pain… |