I know it’s chemicals that make me cling to you. And I need a miracle to get away from you. I know it’s chemicals, and I need a miracle, And I’m not spiritual But please stay, ‘Cause I think you’re a saint and I think you’re an angel.
CHORUS: I said, You give me something to talk about, something to talk about. I said, You give me something to think about that’s not the shit in my head. You’re a miracle. You’re a miracle. A miracle.
Transparent hands were at my neck, But I love the way you let me breathe instead. Take in your chemicals, You are a miracle, And I’m not spiritual, But please stay, ‘Cause you’re a glimpse of bliss, a little taste of heaven.
CHORUS: I said, You give me something to talk about, something to talk about. I said, You give me something to think about that’s not the shit in my head. You’re a miracle. You’re a miracle. A miracle.
I need a miracle to bring me back to you. I know you’re gone now but I still wait for you.