I'm searching for the words, that open up your heart. 

We know this living hurts, and it hurts to be so smart. 

 

Sometimes it's even simpler. We rise into the Sun. 

But other times they pierce us. The words straight from the gun. 

 

Oh bulletwounds Eterna. I know you long for love. 

The Homo is for senses. The Sapiens enough. 

 

I pray I'll let you linger. And I think you'll pray for grace. 

And though our lusts want fingering.

Only songs can touch that place. 

And though we crave entwinement. 

Only songs can touch that place. 

 

That's how I keep my grace.