There's no way to temper your thirst 

With lasting impressions or pictures of home 

There's no way to grow that don't hurt 

She growled from the station then hung up the phone 



There's no sacred vision like her 

No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear 

There's no granted wish I prefer 

Then she to be with me, for us to be there 



I'd rather to be all alone 

Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore 

It's not every sin that's atoned 

I heard her speak softly then heard her no more 



There's no sacred vision like her 

No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear 

There's no granted wish I prefer 

Then she to be with me, for us to be there