And when somebody knows you well, well there's no comfort like that. And when somebody needs you, well there's no drug like that.
My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell. My body's full of longing for you to know me well.
You're the drug that works.
In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glass.
I don't think I can breathe now with you gone.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.