souls suffer the landscape
in shrouds of dew as ghosts
their eternity is for searching
but a certain dissension grows
i've seen them wander
voices raised in prayer
consorting in whisper
they curse the ones not there
if you didn't want this and i didn't need it
then how has this interest become an addiction
if you didn't want it then why can't you do without
i know i'm not your first one
but i pray i'll be your last
i've never seen you cry before
but i know when i make you laugh
i know and you know
you've heard this all before
these arms are for holding on
this heart won't stray from home
i know i know
god tell me where's my halo
if you didn't want this and i didn't need it
then how has this interest become an addiction
if you didnt want it then why can't you do without
