While we’re waiting for the Slotted Spoon of Judgment and Discrimination auction to mature, let’s have a musical interlude.  Can you guess why I like this song?  Here are the lyrics (with my adjustment in red), straight out of ’97 and on VINYL even!  Enjoy!

It doesn’t mean much.
It doesn’t mean anything at all.
The life I’ve left behind me
Is a cold room.

I’ve crossed the last line
From where I can’t return.
Where every step I took in faith (MADE) me
And led me from my home.

Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give.

Take me in.
No questions asked.
You strip away the ugliness
That surrounds me.

Are you an angel?
Am I already that gone?
I only hope that
I won’t disappoint You
When I’m down here
On my knees.

And I don’t understand
How by the touch of Your hand
I would be the one to fall.

I miss the little things.
I miss everything about You.

It doesn’t mean much.
It doesn’t mean anything at all.
The life I’ve left behind me
Is a cold room.