They say there are passions you cannot tame,
Which may beat you down until you see spots.
I don’t know why I have to say your name,
Every time I’m alone with my thoughts.
I say it in the elevator, I
Sing it in the streets, I yell it so loud
In my head it seems like this desp’rate cry
Is a trumpet sound on a holy cloud.
I say it like a passion I don’t want
To tame, like something big that has to burn
Brightly and scorch my skin, and taunt and haunt
Me, a prayer for your presence to return.
There is a sea I can’t ever sail smooth,
There is a fire that water can’t soothe.