Reaching for Cold Hands

Reaching for cold hands I still don't know where things stand Been to cities, changed the sheets Where time explodes just to burn out in the streets Comrades have a certain holiness That leads to bitter loneliness Why is it that at any place I get a feeling which I can't escape I stick to the tried and true I won't be good enough for you But what is good enough for you Wake me up and yell at me Then maybe you don't fall asleep Maybe we won't fall asleep Maybe we'll unlearn ourselves someday And love each other in an unselfish way Maybe we'll unlearn ourselves someday And love each other in an unselfish way You be the judge Do I expect too much Before you talk to me I should mention I'm just attentive cause I seek attention You be the judge Let me rephrase I'm not human but who is these days But then again why is it that I see in any face A feeling which I can't escape I stick to the tried and true I won't be good enough for you But what is good enough for you Wake me up and yell at me Then maybe you don't fall asleep Maybe we won't fall asleep Maybe we'll unlearn ourselves someday And love each other in an unselfish way