I don't think I can breathe now with you gone.
In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glass.
My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell. My body's full of longing for you to know me well.
Unlock your mind, unlock your mind. Throw off the fear, and let us fly.
I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
I think the thing with fame is that everybody claims they all want your best. They all know what's good for you and you end up ragged, empty and tired. I did. I felt so empty. Everybody tried to grab a piece of me and everybody tried to push me into a corner.