The Others

When I go to bed and I know
I'm a lost soul, I'm a lost soul
When I close my eyes and I know
I've compromised, I've compromised
I get the feeling we were lovers
You're not me, you're the others
The others

But the last time I saw you
It was a new sense of meaning
Was a true sense of being
I know few who've ever been before

When I go to bed and I've had so
Much alcohol I'm a lost soul
When I close my eyes in a spinning room
I'm the compromised, I'm a dumb fool
And I get the feeling
Maybe we might still be lovers undercover
But I remove it from my mind
Cause I'm not you, I'm the others

And I long for that true sense of being
Me and you, sense of meaning
I know few who've been before
I want you for my lover
I want you undercover
You're not me, you're the other that I need
To unlock my door

And sometimes I'm inclined
To smash mirrors with my mind
For that feeling that my body ain't a cage
But a door, what am I for?
What am I for?
What am I for?
What am I for?

Yeah the last thing it was was a
New sense of meaning, was a
True sense of being
I know few who've been before
I want you for my lover
I want you undercover
You're not me, you're the other
That I need to unlock my door