Monday, February 1, 2010

What can I do with my obsession
With the things I cannot see
is there madness in my being
is it win that moves the trees
Sometimes you're further than the moon
Sometimes you're closer than my skin
And you surround me like a winter fog
You've come and burned me with a kiss

My heart burns for you
And my heart burns...for you

And I'm so filthy with my sin
I carry pride like a disease
You know I'm stubborn, Lord, and
I'm longing to be close
You burn me deeper than I know
And I feel lonely without Hope
And I feel desperate without Vision
You wrap around me like a winter coat
You come and free me like a bird

You've said it all, Delirious.

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