From the recordings Mourn The Rebels and Play This Now

Lyrics

want to hold
the hand
never extended

be seen by eyes
never look my way

make no big deal
any kind of somethin
all in your mind

nothing but ordinary
to be unknown..
by someone so well
known to you

make me an angel
with no desires
make me an angel
without a need at all

I lose myself
washing the dishes
I lose myself..
stacking them away..
calmness of my mind
thinking about..
anything but you

tilt of your head
the graceful walk
that sweet laugh
i only hear in passing

damn my eyes
damn my ears
betrayed me again
letting me sense

someone so..
impossible to know

lose myself
folding the laundry
and ironing
my savior therapy

get every corner
every crease
so so .. perfect

gives me some level
a bit of satisfaction
at my little..
bit of beauty..

I bring to your world
the fruit of my labor
given to you
so perfect

come payday
gonna quit this job..

find some other ...
place ..to make my living

maybe learned the lesson
..this time.. hope so ..
eyes and ears closed

make me an angel
with no desires
make me an angel
with no desires at all

dont give me
anything to hope for

cut the last thread

cut the last thread
of desire

go head.. cut it now