All Alone Songtext
von Ben Martin

Walking home
I am tired again
All alone
Couldn′t talk though I can
And my bones
They hurt from standing so stiff

Running off
My own demons again
Though I laugh
Couldn't talk though I can
It′s the stuff
My whole life was made of before I met you

I was failing myself to come alive
But I was far too good at thinking away
And ending up alone


Talking on
The phone all night
'Cause I longed
For some comfort or aid
And I moaned
As though everyone was turning away

And my whole
Energy was in music
My sole
Interest was to make it
My goal
Didn't come to life because of me

I am glad now that I have come alive
Now that I can relax and take you for walks
And lean on you when I am
All alone
All alone
All alone
All alone
All alone
All alone