Spiritual Intimidation

God, as my witness and my friend How do you explain these solitary inclinations? Such as my freedom has no end Life it slips by It rushes past And then it's over Lean in, listen No one innocent Hear lies nothing No way that was the best of it How you gonna live How you gonna live How you gonna live If you can't love? You come in here with a look in your eyes I don't mind You warm me up with talk of old times And you don't know You have no idea what's gone on in this Sick, sick, sick imagination Lean in, listen No one, innocent Here lies nothing No way that was the best of it