A little touch of your voice,
A little shiver running down my spine,
A little clock stops the time,
I turn towards your kingdom,
And where it may be, may not be there at all,
Sometimes I feel like I need it there,
So I pretend that I love you and that I need you,
I don't understand why God died,
But I see your face in the many pictures of my childhood.

I'm the only one in my room,
Laying on my bed, alone,
Colder as the night creeps along,
Could I ask the Spirit to save me again?
I need their touch now, right now.

Looking through my old toys,
Finding them to be ripped and grayed,
I've lost my mind through illnesses that I can't control,
The memories attached make me shiver,
I can't remember the last time I ate a meal happily,
Maybe I can find God inside the stuffing of my old teddy bear,
If his heart beats inside than maybe I'll believe,
But I don't see God in all the newest pictures of myself.

I'm the only one in my room,
Laying on my bed, alone,
Colder as the night creeps along,
Could I ask the Spirit to save me again?
I need their touch now, right now.