Trey, do you feel love?

Do you feel nothing from above?

Oh oh, trey

Do you feel pain?

Or do you feel anything at all?

I, well i was born here. i was born earnest, but they call me sincere

I was third in a strange world full of gentlemanly volunteers

I was baptized in a trough. well i was found, but i felt lost

I just need a witness and some tenderness

Courtesy's still king where

Ghosts and birds are singing

All through the night

Even on the wrong side of this river

That tried to steal my sight

But don't lay me in my grave tonight

Just leave me with some hope and some candlelight

Shanghaied by a greyhound dealer, who told me he would give me shelter

He said it's true that jesus loves his sinners, but in the end it never really matters

Because he falls in love the same way as us

And if you think he feels no pain, well, just wait til his heart breaks

I washed ashore late at night

Well i was cursed, but i felt fine

The lights of the city burned like candlelights

So i ran with thieves. my friends were rogues and slippery eels

How i tried to find the pill

To help me feel the way that you feel

Oh, shiny new with Indian blood

Oh it's coursing through my veins and straight to my head

Dressed in rags, I was dodging daggers

The queens in drag, and the doorman's swagger

I was stoned out in the avenues, but I still found my way back to you

Where nothing in this world really matters

Except the sound of my own heart's patter