is my love a virus, hunting us deep?
spread by the liars to blind us in need?
or is it a miracle, floating us somehow above the floor?
elusive remedy to my past habits?
so I need you now,
right on my side
I'm tired of this yoke
grounding me down
I rest my case and meaning,
feeling over senses
I'm bullish with my instinct
like that of a savage
cause it's a miracle
growing somehow beyond our time
dimensional pervasion
leaping moments and sanity
so I need you now,
right on my side
sick and tired of this yoke
grounding me down