Diet Of Strange Places  - k.d. lang

    Starving, I've got this hunger
    Growing from deep within
    Carving an internal thunder
    Oh a craving that wears me thin

    Well, it's hard to ingest
    So many faces
    I get my fill but still
    Those passersby
    Leave me empty
    On a diet of strange places
    It all should enhance my senses
    Tell me why
    Does the spice of loneliness
    Seem all but tasteless
    And lays there
    To haunt me from inside
    And leaves me...

    Many a trap
    Are set and baited
    From tension
    Of temptation of the game
    But ones who are fed
    Are those who waited
    Leaves it curbed and tame
    Only time'll find me home
    And safely set
    But until that time I'll remain


    Marco Giunco
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