some kind of disperate need to be loved
my only excuse of self and eyes
my only half insurance
and my only left desire.
could you be anymore longer
or less than i saw it had been.
could you be.
leave you cold
mess you've made your own
here's the consolation that will change your heart and mind
cure for no real sickness
supermarket Jesus comes with smiles and lies
justice he delays is always justice he denies.
every touch is sacred.
make you love again
make you, love again