F There's no way to temper your thirst G With lasting impressions or pictures of home F There's no way to grow that don't hurt G She growled from the station then hung up the phone F There's no sacred vision like her G No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear F There's no granted wish I prefer G Then she to be with me, for us to be there
F I'd rather to be all alone G Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore F It's not every sin that's atoned G I heard her speak softly then heard her no more F There's no sacred vision like her G No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear F There's no granted wish I prefer G Then she to be with me, for us to be there