Pérolas 056

And how do I choose and where do I draw the line

Between truth and necessary pain?

And how do I know and where do I get my belief

That things will be all right again?

What words do I use to try and explain

To those who've witnessed all my tears?

And what does it mean to know all these things

When love's been wasted all these years,

When love's been wasted all these years.

Standing in the shadows

With my heart right in my hand,

Removed from all the people

Who could never understand.

I was a pilgrim for your love,

A pilgrim for your love.

I was a pilgrim for your love,

A pilgrim for your love.

It's like living in a nightmare,

Like looking in the blackest hole,

Like standing on the edge of nothing,

Completly out of control.

Now where have I been all these years

And how come I just couldn't see?

Like a blind man walking 'round in darkness,

I was a pilgrim for your love,

I was a pilgrim for your love.

In “Pilgrim” – Eric Clapton