| Oh, I never learned how to hate |
| I never learned how to be hated |
| Can it be controlled? |
| Can anything be controlled? |
| It hurts like a cancer in me |
| But in every room I still can feel his ghost |
| Blood rushing around us |
| Like a herd of phantom horses |
| I will burn every place that we entered |
| And I will burn away this hatred within me |
| And when I sleep I will dream about a dove on the wind I’ll dream about a child |
| And the words I would say to his father and mother |
| Owen are you there? |
| End this nightmare I’m in |
| Rush to my arms in the morning |
| And meet me out on the same platform |
| How badly I wish for it |
| That we can be angels and not this bullshit |
| And I will burn every place that we entered |
| And I will burn away this hatred within me |
| We had no future |
| And if I was in love it had no story |
| Love it will forget, love has already |
| And if I was in love now I am nothing |
| I’ll dream about a dove on the wind |
| I’ll dream about a child |
| And the words I would say to his father and mother |
| Oh, I never learned how to hate |
| I never learned how to be hated |
| Can it be controlled? |
| Can anything be controlled? |
| It hurts like a cancer in me |
| But in every room I still can feel his ghost |
| Blood rushing around us |
| Like a herd of phantom horses |