I've got this crazy dream of stripping down to truth and bone.
My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell. My body's full of longing for you to know me well.
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.
Nothing falls like London Rain Nothing heals me like you do
It's not that I'm broken, and it isn't that I bleed. But when you pulled the stars from the heavens, it got so hard to see.