i'm torn, torn, torn, tornnntorn between thoughtsnni'm like a ghost shipnni'm lost between shoresnni'm mostlynnstill mostly yours nnand they're not shy nnsongs aboundnnand this fantasynnbrings you down sonnthis advice you told mennfalls down the beautiful stone nnnni'm torn, tornnni'm torn between songsnnsome ones sticknnand some won'tnnthey're innocent tunesnnso leave them a thought for nnnnand they're not shy nnthose songs about you nnthe times flynn... abound, oh nni'm not shy nnand so nnnnbut if it's true that you reap what you sownni've got it coming, i'm toldnnoh rake up the coals ... with the foolsnnbut the ... up their shinsnnand they're touching their toesnnwhat judgment barednnfrom anyone there?nnthey say, there's a songnnthat it saysnneach nnnntorn, torn, torn, tornnni'm torn between thoughtsnnlike a ghost shipnni'm lost between shores nnyou can't seennhow i'm still yoursnnnnnntorn, tornnni'm torn between thoughtsnnlike a ghost trainnnlost between shoresnnand i'm mostlynni'm still yours