I'm drained but aching for more
and the devil insed is reading
the words of the saddest poem
to be engraved on the stone of my grave

I'd kill to share your pain
and sell my soul
for you just to say:
"I dream what you're dreaming
and fell what you're feeling
love's our shadow on the wall
with the face of God"

Nothing will be enough
for the ones who keep on stumbling
in the garden of withering trust
without the courage to leave

I'd take my life for your kiss
and lose it all to take you across the abyss

"I dream what you're dreaming
and fell what you're feeling
love's our shadow on the wall
with the face of God"