Lyrics

i've got to be dead or enlightened not to love you.
And if there's a difference between joy and pain, I'll call your name.
I was born like everybody else with a list to suffer through. we're here to want things. Poor me, I want you. I'd have to be Mother Theresa and even she'd want you / My sticky human heart and my sweaty mortal fingers too, they still grab for you. They're so greedy.