Lord help me find the way
To draw near to you
Among those miseries
That I've passed through
Born to suffer,
That was the rule
Kiss the silver star
And howl at the moon
Wide awake, asleep
The ideal crew
To make up your mind
And cut your wrist
Hush now little girl
All is in bloom
Curb your longings
The third noble truth
Lord help me find the way
In troubles and gloom
Lord help me find the way
'Cause I need you
