And the devil inside is reading
The words of the saddest poem
To be engraved on the stone of my grave
I'd kill to share your pain (and crry the shame)
And sell my soul for you just to say:
I dream what you're dreaming
I feel what you're feeling
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the face of God
You dream what I'm dreaming
And see what I'm seeing
Love's our shadow on the wall
With the face of God
Nothing will be enough for the ones
Who keep on stumbling in the garden
Of withering trust about to converge to leave