It's complete when I'm at your feet
Or you're at mine, and it changes/happens all the time
Mouths hung wide, we open our eyes
There is no divide between joy and desire
This is your art
Candles play tricks upon your face
Can you see my shame, see it run run away
I can smell your want and its for something I've got
So I'll give it up but just enough so it won't stop
This is your art
This is you
Pick up your cross
Strike up the band
Just let me be a fan