Healer - Bettie Serveert

You say my weakness is my pride

You say i shouldn’t step aside

Tell me where i stand

And though you know i’m ill at ease

You treat my doubt like some disease

Tell me where i stand

I go down to the side of extremes

Head in a cloud, like i know it’s a dream

It’s not real

How’d you know i’m heading home?

When it’s such a doubtful word

When your house is not a home

Specify the word

Waiting to collapse

Heaven make it so

There’s 47 traps

Waiting to let go

I go down to the side of extremes

Head in a coud like i know

It’s a dream, it’s not real

But i know how i feel

How’d you know i’m heading home?

When it’s such a doubtful word

By yourself but not alone

Now specify the hurt

I go down to the side of extremes

Down to the side where i know

I can dream this ain’t real

But i know how i feel

I go down to the side of extremes

Heal the healer before you heal inside

Forget about your weakness

Forget about your pride

Eveybody’s sane on the innocent side

Though you know that i’m ill

Ill at ease

Don’t think my doubt is such a dumb disease

You gotta let it all out