I cut your nails [bad word] your hair

I carry you down the stairs

I wanted to see right through from the other side

I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight

The moment we believe that we have never met

Another kind of love it's easy to forget

When we are all alone then we do both agree

We have a thing [bad word] this was meant to be

You close my eyes and soothe my ears

You heal my wounds and dry my tears

On the inside of this marble house I grow

And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too

The moment we believe that we have never met

Another kind of love it's easy to forget

When we are all alone then we do both agree

We have a thing [bad word] this was meant to be

Now where's your shoulder

What is it's name

What's your scent

Say it again

If it goes faster can you still follow me

It must be safe when it's on TV

I raise my hands to heaven of curiosity

I don't know what to ask for

What has it got for me?

The others say we're hiding

It's forward as can be