But always leave out I love you
Than this heart where the pain was born
And to with love on the back
With my head again clear
I long for you and your expert hands
And you would boast that you knew
A picture of a faraway land
I think of words to send to you
And then through my front door
That your healing powers had grown
And you could just as easily kill me
All the pressure points inside
But as your patient I knew
Beneath the desire that I hide
To ease this white heat from my head
To coax you back to my side
From a sore that's far, far deeper