To describe the way I feel
To describe the way I feel
Through the early morning sun
But the future's mine
You're all out of time
Fill my guts and ease my head
How could it ever come to pass
The way she plays there are no words
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
Passion fruits and holy bread
How could it ever come to pass
Kiss me where the sun don't shine
The way I feel
To describe the way I feel
And spiral through another day
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
The way she plays there are no words
I hear my song begin to say
Have you seen her, have you heard
She bangs the drums
I can see her here she comes
Have you seen her, have you heard
The way she plays there are no words
Have you seen her have you heard
The future's steady on my feet
I feel hollow I feel weak
To describe the way I feel
To describe the way I feel
She'll be the first, she'll be the last
The way I feel
To describe the way I feel
The past was yours
How could it ever come to pass