Souls suffer the landscape In shrouds of dew, as ghosts. Their eternity is for searching But a certain dissension grows. I've seen them wander, Voices raised in prayer Consorting with whisper, They curse the ones not there. If you didn't want this and I didn't need it, Then how has this interest become an addiction? If you didnt want it, then why cant you do without? I know I'm not your first one, But I pray I'll be your last. I've never seen you cry before, But I know when I make you laugh. I know and you know, you've heard this all before... These arms are for holding on. This heart won't stray from home. If you didn't want this and I didn't need it, Then how has this interest become an addiction? If you didnt want it, then why cant you do without? I know, I know, I know... God tell me, where's my Halo? If you didn't want this and I didn't need it, Then how has this interest become an addiction? If you didnt want it, then why cant you do without? If you didn't want this and I didn't need it, Then how has this interest become an addiction? If you didnt want it, then why cant you do... without?