This is where my book begins,
This is where the dream must end,
Scream the truth and hide the lies,
Mothers, fathers, sisters, friends, yeah.
Is this like the place called home?
Is this where the stones are thrown?
Love is more than your state of mind,
Feed the dogs the broken bones, yeah.
Do you really want to throw me over?
Do you want to tell me something?
Do you want to throw me over?
When my soul has flown and I wonder where to go...
When there's no more words that I can say, then I hold up my hands and pray,
Yes, I hold up my hands and pray,
Don't throw me over.
Do you really want to throw me over?
Do you want to tell me something?
Do you want to throw me over?
