She sits alone in a crowded room
She says that someday will get here soon
And when it does, boy I'm out of here
She says I don't remember love, but it must be a cut above
What's going on around here (around here)
What is wrong with me, I'm out of love
These are the dreams that scars are made of
Is it too much to ask to win just once (just once)
She says X marks the spot where I used to feel
Baby it's all right 'cause it never heals
What is wrong with me, I'm out of love
These are the dreams that scars are made of
Is it too much to ask to win just once (just once)
Isn't wanting enough
Isn't wanting enough
Isn't wanting enough
Isn't wanting enough
Isn't wanting enough
Isn't wanting enough
What is wrong with me, I'm out of love
These are the dreams that scars are made of
Is it too much to ask (is it too much to ask)