Text: Sarah McLachlan. Mirrorball. Sweet Surrender.

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 betrayed me
and led me from my home

And sweet
sweet surrender
is all that I have to give

You 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 sweet...

And I don't understand
by the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall

I miss the little things
oh I miss everything

It doesn't mean much...

Sweet Surrender...

Sweet Surrender...