Ending Theme

And so I find myself here once again First step down Remedy Lane Budapest, you tore my world apart Well, here I am (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) Worn with rope ends on my mind Torn with blood scarred in my eyes But now I'm back to shake that from my life (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) Ending theme, ending theme Ripping at the seams for an opening (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) Back again at Deak Ter I know I could have left her there It was the feeling of leaving myself That I could not bear (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) The same old hotel room in Pest One night before the Sziget fest Hungarian Princess, will you share my rest? To rest in my Ending theme! Ending theme! Ripping at the seams for an opening! To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for Who to be, sitting here as once before, weeks ago Just waiting for a knock on that door And I have left all I thought was me to find out To make sure if it was you or me That made me feel so free and real But when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know 'Cause it leaves a taste of emptiness And I think, what if I'm simply depressed? Blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest? Confusing zest with the joy of being blessed With the bliss of self-escape as we kiss? And mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed And the taste of being true with the Fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know But I saw so much of me in you The me I've missed, the young and free in you But still, that doesn't mean a thing May not mean anything about my needing you But I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure And still, my dear, beyond this bed and that door To be honest, I fear I just don't know Ending theme! Ending theme! Fanning flames to dreams of belonging Ending theme! Ending theme! Ripping at the seams for an opening! (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) (To be honest, I don't know what I'm looking for) Lying here, watching you leave through that door