If I could touch, with my fumbling hands, your scars,
If I could know, in my rebel mind, your heart,
If I could see, with my lusting eyes, your face,
If I could taste, on my withered tongue, sweet grace.
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Enough to die enough to love?
If I could hear, with two muffled ears, your voice,
If could find, in my troubled life, true joy,
If I could feel, with numb fingers, your spirit,
If I could drink, for my barren soul, your tears.
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Enough to die...enough to die enough to love?
If I could touch, with my trembling hands, your scars.
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Enough to die?
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Would I trust you near enough?
Enough to die, enough to live, enough to love?
