Besedila: Threshold. Will To Give.

i thought you weren't contagious i thought i owned my inner-self
you offer, now i forget the reason i can't have
as you try hard to please me this need turns to greed down inside
i touch the hand of my sickness and feel my faith divide

if i said i would, would you care? would you take me there?
and feed my desire with your will to give

a distant storm and the lightning strikes the pouring rain feels warm tonight
thunder echoes and the lesson begins as one more time you take me in
but i look back at you and think of all the things i should have said and done
but i can't talk no i can't talk i try to hide myself from shame
and try to share the blame for what i've done what have i done?

now i said i would, do you care as you take me there
i taste my first time and now i can't turn away

i lie to myself like a man trying to understand
as you change my life with your will to give

i see disgrace and it's looking back at me
blame my desire for lies i live and breathe
begin again though the hardest part to take
behind my eyes you still remain

i thought you'd understand when you took me there
the hardest part to take you still remain