What can I do with my obsession With the things I cannot see Is there madness in my being Is it the wind that moves the trees? Sometimes You're further than the moon Sometimes You're closer than my skin And You surround me like a winter fog You've come and burned me with a kiss
Chorus And my heart burns for You And my heart burns...for You
And I'm so filthy with my sin I carry pride like a disease You know I'm stubborn, Lord, and I'm longing to be close You burn me deeper than I know And I feel lonely without hope And I feel desperate Without vision You wrap around me like a winter coat You come and free me like bird
