I shared some intimate details
Maybe Too Much Information

But I really was quite worried
For my truly threatened nation

Now she knows my talents
Now she knows my sins

So do unknown others
When will it begins?

She was just 16
When she first touched my soul

The memories endured
Her name, her hair: I'm old

But maybe I'm still young
White Nights at the beach

And maybe I have learned
What Jesus came to teach

I love her with my madness
I love and now let go

I miss her in the silence
And Silence is how I know