Lletres: K. D. Lang. Ingénue. Constant Craving.

Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin

And constant craving has always been

Maybe a great magnet pulls
All souls towards truth
Or maybe it is life itself
Feeds wisdom to its youth

Constant craving has always been

Craving, ah, ha
Constant craving has always been
Has always been

Constant craving has always been
Constant craving has always been

Craving, ah, ha
Constant craving has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been
Has always been