A Better Person - Foreign Fields

My heart is still a pire

I need to put it out

But I am only water

Will you hand me down?

Just to tide me with love

I’ll be a better person

My lungs are still on fire

I can’t stop running out

My legs are never tired

I am just a portion

Of a once true bitter love

With a heart of a believer

Never a believer

Never a believer

Never a believer

Never a believer

Never a believer

Never a believer

Never a believer