I tried to save the world but how can I when I don't know love, So I'm pulling back the reins like i'm stuck on a pitcher's glove. Now I feel like I'm crashing as I try to get to them, But that must be like selling Florida some autumn. In the summer, I can feel the sun burns even when I'm blocked out like a murmur. I hear no echo coming from these empty walls with my heart, Now I'm starving for love with not an appetizer to start