Here I am, I'm alone with you again.
Is it salvation, or is it sin?
Where's left to go that we haven't already been?
It seems I simply cannot win.
I hit my knees; my spirit's fallen asleep.
Cry out to God and pray my soul's His to keep.
Tell me, how can we make true love again?
How do we stop the bleeding?
It's killing me within.
And how can two hearts beat as one
when together we cut so deep?
But it's better than feeling numb.
And what stops the rain from these eyes?
Without you, they just pour out.
With you is my demise.
That's the battle staring at me again.
I'm facing my original sin.
Here we go, empty promises once more.
Never again is what I swore.
So we're off, loving deeply, it would seem,
to the place of the unseen.
Fatal stop leaves us wreckage in between—
the insanity of this dream.
Tell me, how can we make true love again?
How do we stop the bleeding?
It's killing me within.
And how can two hearts beat as one
when together we cut so deep?
But it's better than feeling numb.
And what stops the rain from these eyes?
Without you, they just pour out.
But with you is my demise.
That's the battle staring at me again.
I'm facing my original sin.
Tides collide, waves of passion in you and I,
and so we give it one more try.
We'll be together, forever by and by.
This moment will not die.
Sleepless night, as our love sends dawn its flight.
You are ethereal in my sight.
Tainted slide, when the wrong starts feeling right,
darkness blocking out the light.
Lord, help me; I can't take this much more.
Part of me says forever.
The rest is running out the door.
Tell me, how can we make true love again?
How do I stop the bleeding?
It's consuming me within.
Tell me, how can two hearts beat as one
when together we cut so deep?
It's so much better than feeling numb.
And what stops the rain from these eyes?
Without you, they just pour out.
Girl, you know you're my demise.
That's the battle staring at me again.
I'm facing my original sin.
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