K. D. Lang - Diet of Strange Places

Starving, I've got this hunger
Growing from deep within
Carving an internal thunder
Oh, a craving that wears me thin.

Well, it's hard to ingest
So many faces
I get my fill but still those passersby
Leave me empty on a diet of strange places.

It all should enhance my senses
Tell me why does the spice of loneliness
Seem all but tasteless and lays there
To haunt me from inside and leaves me.

Many a trap
Are set and baited
From tension
Of temptation of the game
But ones who are fed
Are those who waited
Leaves it curbed and tame
Only time'll find me home and safely set
But until that time I'll remain...

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