Darling I loved you, I long to become you and know
What it is that you feel
I count as no one
Hold nobody's ear
I showed you my hand once and you hit me in fear
I don't stand for the devil I don't whisper to him
I stand on the mountains and call people to hear

A tempting communion
A fate foretold
And it's knowing, and it's knowing
What it is that you're told