When all the residue slips away
And my walls fall down
Will you be ready for the passion
That I hide within
When I am ready to show you
Just how I feel
Will you still be around?
I’ve never been so confused
Never wanted to do what you want me to do
 . . . except with you
Have I lost my chance?
Was it an opportunity missed?
How did it come to this?
God, how did it come to this?

ARE YOU HOLDING DEAR TO FAITH?
Can you justify what we’ve done today?