Take of your clothes I want to see you naked... and give me your hands to touch, I know you've longed to be here.. Because, we've come here to heal, because we want to be free, we want to be
Your hold on my eyes, so sweet a sacrifice of your soul... Your skin so pale, a tear so full of fear, but there's no hatred here, just dancing
Because, we've come here to heal, because we want to be free, we want to be...
Save me, from the edge...
Pale sweet healing, none better, or appealing, our essences dance the ceiling, with this liberating, emancipating, feeling...
Because, we've come here to heal, because we want to be free, we want to be...