Diet of Strange Places

Starving, I've got this hunger Growling from deep within Carving internal thunder Oh a craving that wears me thin Well, it's hard to ingest So many faces I get my fill but still Those passersby Leave me empty on a diet of strange places It all should enhance my senses Tell me why Does the spice of loneliness Seem all but tasteless And lingers there To haunt me from inside And leaves me Starving, I've got this hunger Growling from deep within Carving internal thunder Oh a craving that wears me thin Many a trap Are set and baited From tension of temptation of the game But ones who are fed Are those who waited Takes feminine wile Leaves it curbed and tame Only time'll find me home And safely set But until that time I remain Starving, I've got this hunger Growling from deep within Carving internal thunder Oh a craving that wears me thin Oh a craving that wears me thin --- Diet of Strange Places - k.d. lang and k.d. lang and the Reclines