There's a war inside my soul
I let it in and lost control
To get it back, I tried to fight it on my own
Maybe I was too proud to ask for help
Or admit the things I felt
I accepted each defeat as the hand that I was dealt
So I catch my breath and lick my wounds
And I'm right back in the battle
And I fall again, it's as if right on cue
And every valiant, hard fought gain—it never seems to matter
It's a fight no one in their right mind would choose
But I'd do it all again to get to you
When your letter came at last
Like a vestige from the past
You asked me if I really loved you, why'd I always go right back
You tell me I'm a rambler, but you're wrong
It's not the sirens, it's the song
Even so I'm holding tight until I get back home
When I catch my breath and lick my wounds
And I'm right back in the battle
And I fall again, it's as if right on cue
And every valiant, hard fought gain—it never seems to matter
It's a fight no one in their right mind would choose
But I'd do it all again to get to you
Well I catch my breath and lick my wounds
And I'm right back in the battle
And I fall again, it's as if right on cue
And every valiant, hard fought gain—it never seems to matter
It's a fight no one in their right mind would choose
But I'd do it all again to get to you
