(Parks/Clark/Hewerdine) I'm wanting your body your mind and soul for a moral-less state of that which I can't get out of my endless thoughts of the sharp edge of you cuts me voice when I say your name I'm thinking that I'm just a wandering soul waiting for someone to take hold and I'd choose not to love you I've been here too many times before reflection imagined you're one thing in the front of my mind staring me into my blue eyes the sharp edge of you cuts me voice when I say your name I'm thinking that I'm just a wandering soul waiting for someone to take hold and I would choose not to love you I've been here too many times before I'm just a wandering soul a wandering a wandering soul been here too many times before been here too many times before I'm thinking that I'm just a wandering soul waiting for someone to take hold and I would choose not to love you I'm thinking that I'm just a wandering soul waiting for someone to take hold and I'd choose not to love you I've been here too many times before