You're the drug that works.

In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glass.

Unlock your mind, unlock your mind. Throw off the fear, and let us fly.

I keep going back as if I'm looking for something I have lost. Back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland. Back to the beacon, the breast, the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.

I don't think I can breathe now with you gone.

You're the drug that works.

I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.