If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.
Not wanting to be saviour or be saved,
Not willing to be stalker or the whore,
Not wishing to be master or the slave,
I only long for you and no one more.
The problem's not the love. But it can't stop:
I look at you and cannot see one flaw.
I stare at you like through a microscope,
But only find what'll never let me go.
You must be God yourself. You have His face,
You have His kindness over you, like wings,
You have His strength, His violence and grace,
You are His glance on all the living beings.
And I just hope for once to be your star,
Like you are mine, forever and by far.
Not willing to be stalker or the whore,
Not wishing to be master or the slave,
I only long for you and no one more.
The problem's not the love. But it can't stop:
I look at you and cannot see one flaw.
I stare at you like through a microscope,
But only find what'll never let me go.
You must be God yourself. You have His face,
You have His kindness over you, like wings,
You have His strength, His violence and grace,
You are His glance on all the living beings.
And I just hope for once to be your star,
Like you are mine, forever and by far.