Living alone is a hole in my soul
Sucking away the joy and leaving me empty
Living alone is a way of life
When all that you long for is a trust that has died slow
I pointlessly search for a reason to exist
And find only dust remains
And as the dust slips away through my hands
I think of you... I think of you
You try to understand with your gentle heart
You made me believe that love could be real
When you believed in me I believed as well
But soon you were sent crashing down on me
I pointlessly search for a reason to exist
And find only dust remains
And as the dust slips away through my hands
I think of you... I think of you
Am I so naive to actually believe
That I deserve love? And am I so wrong to
Miss you so much that I only want to die?
Thoughts of you make me want to die
Now I'm alone and lost, wandering with no destination
Doomed to be forgotten and forever unloved
I yearn to be remembered but my life is only transient
Transient as the dust that's slipping through my hands
I pointlessly search for a reason to exist
And find only dust remains
And as the dust slips away through my hands
I think of you... I think of you
Am I so naive to actually believe
That I deserve love? And am I so wrong to
Miss you so much that I only want to die?
Thoughts of you make me want to die
-- Culebra (with permission)
This is the first Culebra tune that was truly memorable. The first time we played it, we knew that if any of our songs would ever be played on the radio, it would be this one. Christa Laboulliere is responsible for the original lyrics, although a few lines have been slightly altered over time to better fit the music.
The combination of Jennie's voice and the eerie guitar riff sends chills down my spine.