I blamed god,
For every problem that came our way.
But what I did to you,
Makes me want to stay away.
Not from your presence,
But from civilization.
For the guilt that followed,
Has become an albatross.
One so large and heavy,
Forcing me on my knees when I wear it.

For I shall find refuge
in the clysmic currents
of redemption.  
...                      ...

you have the same effect on me,
that the full moon has on the ragin' tides

If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.