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