Dana Fuchs Strung Out
I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass
Tried to remember where I was last
Blood on my hands none in my veins
I went back to the avenue to do it again
I kept on telling myself I must be doing alright
Somehow I'd made it to another night
Then I saw you standing there
Well suddenly I didn't care about anything
I'm so strung out on you
There's nothing left of me
But the life I took from the air you breathed
I'm so strung out on you
There's nothing left of me
But the life I lost and a memory of you
I was running from my hunger to find what I craved
Felt myself going under but I wasn't afraid
Starving to taste the sight of you
So weak that I knew I might not ever get to
Chorus
I went searching for the soul that led me here
Tried to find some faith in all this fear
And there you were still standing there
well nothing matters - I just don't care
Chorus
I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass
Tried to remember what happened last
Blood on my hands but feeling no pain
I went back to the avenue to it again
And again
