Sinner

I get this feeling every morning

Somehow it gets into my head

I watch the sky

I watch it falling

I pick the pieces up again

I try to hold on

Why am I giving up again?

Am I a sinner, baby?

I get this feeling every morning

Somehow it gets into my head

I watch the sky

I watch it falling

I pick the pieces up again

I try to hold on

Onto the memories

The seconds that pass by

The start and the ending

Of you and me, of you and I

The ache of pretending

The mirrors in my mind

I ask the question

into the flames...

Am I a sinner, baby?

Why am I giving up again?