Come in, sit down, sweet angel, leave me all your tears Tell me all of your troubles, the weight of your short years Love is only a river drowning all of your cheer Sell me all of your laughter, and I will take some of your fear Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh His favorite days were the mornings She came with confessions of cardinal sin A beast in the business of selling forgiveness Dead eyes on a treacherous grin Yet he laps up the vice like a wolf in the night He's the left hand of God on the stage And with one hand he offers salvation to lovers The other, it taketh away So give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, and I'll whisper mine His favorite line was the one formed outside When they trade in confessions for lies A beast in the business of selling forgiveness And buying salvation with wine And he cries out to God, "How can you claim them all When I know that they are all mine?" So give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, and I'll whisper mine Whoa, give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet Give you a show, it helps fill the seats Give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, whoa, oh-oh, and I'll whisper mine Come in, sit down, sweet angel and I will take some of your fear So give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love (and I'll whisper mine) (And I'll whisper mine) (And I'll whisper mine)

I haven't got a way with women But I wouldn't mind to get away with you Should find some time Slip between the lines And let it all in its own way fall into view I've never been crazy 'bout the easy way Take a tunnel through the mountain and you miss the lakes But I'm all right Not under covers with my eyes shut tight I'm a first class lover and I'm coming to your city and state You might ask, "What are you waiting for?" And I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I'm not, not quite sure You might ask, "What are you waiting for?" What am I waiting for? What am I waiting for? Well, I used to be handcuffed by desire I'd be weaving stories like a Hollywood novelist I was on the loose Burning through the city in my liar's shoes I'd be chasing after dresses with my double-dealing salesman's kiss You might ask, "What are you waiting for?" And I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I'm not, not quite sure You might ask, "What are you waiting for?" What am I waiting for? Now this old friend becomes an enemy Steals from me the fortune that I seek Well, how could anybody stumble into loving me When I've told tales of wolves since I could speak? You might ask, "What are you waiting for?" 'Cause there's a whole world out there just begging to be explored I'm alive, yeah, I've got a life to live I've got some love to make Way more love to give

There's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony And the less of it I need, the more I get Till I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries Like an echo in the chambers of my chest I think she fears I'll be a servant to my history Or worse, a slave to someone else's misplaced doubts So I try too hard to kill what's out to kill me Till I'm blind and hiding in the lion's mouth And the words she aches to hear pour through my canyon And they're singing in the caverns of my limbs And though I do my best to try to understand them They only follow me like vultures in the end I once read that I should write something worth reading Or I should do something worth writing about As my ears they buzz like bees upon the ceiling I start to pour a little more than I'm allowed I said our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories She said "This harvest might sustain us for a year" And of all the thousand ways the world could tempt me I've never met a better fighter than her fear So as I try to breathe the air that she is breathing And we dance a lightless dance upon my floor I am burning to tell her she's all I'm needing But I'm drowned out by all the noise outside the door Carried by the current of the morning Miles below the surface of the dawn This is not the place that I was born in But it doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong