I live to fly on a natural high  My love is growing softly to the sky  The lovers hors d'oeurve for the  Evening to come  The camera still runs and we see you  I was soft for the first time  Now content to breathe so deeply  Got my hands in my pockets  Burn, burn, burn  I've seen the light  Hell, I've seen them all  But one can keep those daydreams  Keepin' on  Show me a world in a  Different space, in a different house  In a different way  Nothing's sacred anymore but  Don't touch my friends  God makes amends in a book  He's only pleasant when he's sleeping