There is a demon in me 
coming alive when I dream 
of being everything you need.
I've built an altar to her. 
Apostasy was not enough, 
my avarice I claimed in love. 

Oh, you're my thorn and my rose. 
I must learn to let go. 
Oh, so this idol can fall. 
I'll learn to love her. 

My pious mind comes undone. 
The once revered becomes shunned, 
and silence every other tongue. 

We become justice that's unfair; 
we're free balloons without air 
held by string-like simple things.

Oh, you're my thorn and my rose. 
I must learn to let go. 
Oh, so this idol can fall. 
I'll learn to love her. 

Oh, you're my thorn and my rose. 
I must learn to let go. 
Oh, so this idol can fall. 
I'll learn to love, love,
I'll learn to love.