Means to an End

Oh! You told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice

And I was too confused to see the meaning

Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice

And before the fire died and they were leaving

I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend

From a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief

From my heart I send a messenger to bend

And take your mind from agony and grief

Oh! Sweet silence, without kings and queens

No one here has ever reached your center

Better to be quiet, than to speak without a thought

Or you may lose the meaning of your venture

I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend

From a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief

From my heart I send a messenger to bend

And take your mind from agony and grief

Oh! You told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice

And I was too confused to see the meaning

Oh! Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice

And before the fire died and they were leaving

Oh! You told me you were sorry when I needed your advice

And I was too confused to see the meaning, baby

Oh! Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice

And before the fire died and they were leaving, baby