THICK BLACK MARK

As starless skies above the weather,
I only hide to sleep on stretchers,
Another thick black mark,
Upon a thin white heart
If I could prove my heart was bigger than my ego,
Could I expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong...
If my behaviour made me better than my thoughts are,
Could I demand it I be counted among the cleanest and the strong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...

The primitive, like roses, rocks and shells,
A tiny grin of an infant,
I think we sleep too much,
And starve ourselves of sun,
And if I could prove my heart was bigger than my ego,
Could I expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong,
If my behavior made my better than my thoughts are,
Could I demand that I be counted among the cleanest and the strong?
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...

If I could prove my heart was bigger than my ego,
Could I expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong,
If my behavior made my better than my thoughts are,
Could I demand that I be counted among the cleanest and the strong?

If I could prove my heart was bigger than my ego,
Could I expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong,
If my behavior made my better than my thoughts are,
Could I demand that I be counted among the cleanest and the strong?
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...
Right or wrong...