If there are things made for the asking
And you can never take too much
I'd imaging you were lasting
Much longer than your touch
I read there's virgins having babies
Born with alien eyes
Maybe this whole world is going crazy
Standing in the check out line
But I can see how these impossible things I need
They could have some kind of chance at life
Here in the lies
Where Paul is dead and Elvis is alive
Cross my heart Saint Theresa's crying
Real tears from a stone
If hearts are speaking after dying
Maybe mine, maybe mine can let you know
That if there are things made for the asking
And you can never take too much
I'd imagine you were lasting
Much longer than your touch
Chorus
