If I could touch with my fumbling hands your scars
If I could know in my rebel mind your heart
If I could see with my l****** eyes your face
If I could taste on my withered tongue sweet grace
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to love
If I could hear with two m***led ears your voice
If could find in my troubled life true joy
If I could feel with numb fingers your spirit
If I could drink for my barren soul your tears
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to die
Enough to love
If I could touch with my trembling hands your scars
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to live
Enough to love
If I could know in my rebel mind your heart
If I could see with my l****** eyes your face
If I could taste on my withered tongue sweet grace
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to love
If I could hear with two m***led ears your voice
If could find in my troubled life true joy
If I could feel with numb fingers your spirit
If I could drink for my barren soul your tears
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to die
Enough to love
If I could touch with my trembling hands your scars
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to live
Enough to love