It doesn't mean much.
It doesn't mean anything at all.
The life I've left behind me
Is a cold room.
I've crossed the last line
From where I can't return
Where every step I took in faith
Betrayed me
And led me from my home.

And sweet,
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give.

You take me in,
No questions asked.
You strip away the ugliness
That surrounds me.
Are you an angel?
Am I already that gone?
I only hope
That I won't disappoint you
When I'm down here
On my knees.

And sweet,
Sweet,
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give.

Sweet,
Sweet,
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give.

And I don't understand,
By the touch of your hand,
I would be the one to fall.

I miss the little things.
Oh, I miss everything.

It doesn't mean much.
It doesn't mean anything at all.
The life I left behind me
Is a cold room.