Let me suffer in silence 
Take me to where the mind ends 
Make me feel like a giant 
Make me feel like a giant-killer 
Make me believe 

 [bad word] for you in the first light of the morning 
For you I turn wine into champagne 
For you I part the sea and walk on water 
You deserve first class every day 

Baby gimme' a hard ride 
These wounds are only slight 
All we do we let things slide 
Disappear into the night 
Make me believe in all the things that I cannot see 

For you I wear my Sunday best on Tuesday 
For you I cannot set my sights too high 
I ache for you now and forever 
For you I grow wings and learn to fly 

For you I fight the light and serve the darkness 
For you I'm a mockery of man 
For you I bring the flood a new world order 
All your wiles were not in vain