I wanna...

It's been years since I was last sick
but it seems like decades
and I think it was hours.

Nonetheless, here I am,
coming down with a touch of you
a sensation all together new to me.

I wanna tell you
I wanna tell you
I wanna tell you how new you make me feel.
I wanna...

You're a refugee from the prison of my habit,
an idea caught in the current
and now I'm intoxicated.

I lay awake in bed, sick with your face,
drunk on your voice and praying for more.
More of that air you breathe.

I wanna touch you
I wanna touch you
I wanna touch you and see light brighter than the blue of your eyes.
I wanna...

Feeling wrong about feeling right
causes some sort of hesitation
felt only by a breeze about to
tumble down a mountain top...

I just want a place to place my head
knowing that I feel grand
and won't have to wake up
from a dream that never even began...

I've never looked forward to each sneeze
as I do when when I'm coming down with you,
the world's only perfect disease.

A little of you combined with a little of me
has kept me immobilized and unable to speak.
It feels so great to feel so weak.

I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you and show you exactly what you do.
I wanna...

I wanna see
I wanna see
I wanna see what life is like on the other side.
I wanna...

The sickness that is also the cure
penetrates and rushes through me
with the severity of a thousand dreams
all rolled up into one timeless glance...

I just want a place to place my head
knowing that I feel grand
and won't have to wake up
from a dream that never even began...

Now Playing: Two Lone Swordsmen - "Enemy Haze"