Touch

you breathe like asthma,
you always do.
i don't believe in god,
i believe in you.
so why, why's it gotta be like
everywhere you're standing,
everywhere you stand is hallowed ground?
how'd you get so high?
was it by dragging me down,
dragging me down...
one shoe off and one shoe on,
she's gone, she's gone...
one shoe off and one shoe on,
she's gone, she's... gone.
and she says "touch me quick,
i won't be in this body for long."
she says "touch me quick,
i won't be in this body for long."
we cling so tightly to things i can't believe,
we're all still riding yr machine.
so you found roses in the ocean,
roses in the ocean,
do you think that makes you holy shit?
if that's a miracle and if yr a saint,
i'll tell you god's not that great...
sleep with the goddamn fishies again,
sleep with the goddamn fishies again,
sleep with the goddamn fishies again
and she says "touch me quick,
i won't be in this body for long"
she says "touch me quick,
i won't be in this body for long"
small hands can still shatter glass,
or write my name with a knife.
we traded pleasure for pain,
you traded me for a religiously violent life.
and she says "touch me quick,
i won't be in this body for long"
she says "touch me quick,
i won't be in this body...
we won't be in these bodies for long"