A gift from God, a small creation A prized possession without limitations Behind these eyes, what do you see that isn't already yours already yours already yours In fact I never wanted anything more In fact I've never wanted anything less Oh [...] shouldn't treat me like a stranger Do you see I have the same effect Only this time on you Behind your eyes, what can I see that isn't already you already you already you Voices of angels that I have [...] Voices of angels I have [...] Voices of angels I have [...] Voices of angels that I have [...] Behind these eyes, what can I see that isn't already there already yours already there already, already yours (BV: Don't run away) [repeat 6]