Well the sun came up this morning
  Like a burning red balloon
  It broke into my window
  And it slipped across the room
  It spread itself upon me
  Like the smell of sweet perfume
  I was sleeping like a baby
    I'm not a saviour
  I'm not a saint
  I'm not an angel
  I'm not that quaint
    Don't need a preacher
  To be that wise
  Don't need a teacher -
  I've got my eyes...
    You hurt me & I hate you
  You hurt me
    A history of bitterness
  You have left a blazing trail
  If you had been a hammer
  I'd be a broken nail
  You gave me nothing -
  Nothing but regrets
  Don't think it's over -
  It's not over yet
    You hurt me & I hate you
  You hurt me...
    [This verse is in the lyrics leaflet, but is not actually in the song]
  And everytime
  You try to fool yourself
  You've only got yourself
  To blame
  And every lie you ever
  Told yourself
  Will all come back to you
  One day
    [This is sung instead - transcribed from listening to the song. Some words may be incorrect]
  They say there's no hell on earth
  That's like a woman scorned
  And if you have to face this hell
  You'll wish you'd not been born
  And if you have to face this hell
  You'll find me standing there
  In the shadows, in the corners
  At the foot of every stair