The village church yard is filled with bones weeping in the grave,
The silver lining of clouds shines on people Jesus couldn’t save,
You want to know how deeply my soul goes, Deeper than bones,
I want you,
And I can’t get enough.
After we did it by the window sill,
Smoke rings drift into the midnight sky,
presently in the quilt that your mother made,
And a candle burns to fight off the gloom,
I said to live in this way is not for the meek,
but you talk real soft and kiss me on the cheek.
And like a jazz DJ you talk me into sleep,
You do you do, I want you,
Send me all your vampires,
I want you
Third Eye Blind
