There in my hands, a touch of red and an illusion that paints my stinging eyes
Can't seem to break this hardened ground, now I am warmed by the coals on which I lay
Why would I try to stop you, I only know a little bit
I'm going to stay and love you, I hope that you'll be seeing it
I pray that nothing keep you from knowing all the truth of it someday
Concern, oh please, concern the lair of cozy delusion and wake me from its boat
All that you got, paid for and bought, can't add up to the cost of what's been sold
Why would I try to stop you, I only know a little bit
I'm going to stay and love you, I hope that you'll be seeing it
I pray that nothing keep you from knowing all the truth of it someday
Why would I try to stop you, I only know a little bit
Why would I try to stop you, I only know a little bit
Why would I try to stop you from knowing all the truth of it
Why would I try to stop you from knowing all the truth of it