I'm just winding down and you just stir me up The dream I have sometimes is drinking from your cup But I feed the same, I feed the same Hunger still remains I'm just over here and you're just over there I want to be a part of heaven in your hair But I bleed the same, I bleed the same I bleed the same, I bleed the same Sink into the mane Sand falls through a quaint and insufficient hole I want to get back the time my thoughts have stole And I need the same, I need the same I need the same, I need the same I need the same