Little Bag Of Gloom

Well you're so cold and I'm so gray, and I can hardly save the day Think we're falling into darkness, running blind You got troubles, yes it's true, and they all begin with you If you don't let somebody in, you're gonna die in liar's gin But you never wanna row, towards the origin of stones And you locked away your heart, one more time So take your books, take your broom, take your Little Bag of Gloom And I'm lost, and I'm through, and I'm crying out for truth Maybe when you're all alone, you'll realise where love comes from But until you take that time, you're just blind