The Hopeless Things I've Done

Lyrics:

The Hopeless Things I’ve Done
Will you remember me with your memory all faded
For all the years of misery and pain?
Or will you remember me as prince and not as pauper,
For all the things we never could have known?

I’ll always blame the work I did, week on week away
For taking me away from our own bed.
And all those years of desert work where have they left me now?
Too tired to care, too old to love again.

Marie came out to meet me on that summer day,
The sky seemed full of venom in the heat.
Her words they burned a hole and left us all so torn.
There is no remorse within her sanctity.

I’ll always blame the work I did, week on week away
For taking me away from our own bed.
And all those years of desert work where have they left me now?
Too tired to care, too old to love again.

Help me back, now, my child of grace.
I know that you are somewhere still alive.
And I alive, am feeling more the dead.
Forgive me for the hopeless things I’ve done.

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