I wish I could sing like Richard Manuelthen I could make 
you love me
if I had a voice that cried that way
then you'd really see
that I could make you love me
God touches us in mysterious ways
and sometimes not at all
some of us He picks up
and some of us He lets fall
some he sits down in a room
and sends the other in
and says 'you two work it out
in this land of love and sin'
(chorus)
I'll bring you things from inside
and lay then at your feet
I'll sleep with a rose of thorns
on the dark end of the street
I'll call your name when you're alone
when it's cold provide a spark
act like a child in the morning light
and whisper in the dark
(chorus)