Their hands in your head
As you lie in your bed
Wondering why you feel sad
And then equally glad at the same time
Who holds the maps,
Who leads the way
Who lays the traps,
When the choices are made?
I don't know how to pray
Don't ask about that

Sometimes I look in your eyes
And see something
Something that wears your disguise
It's you that I want
It's you that I need
Please set yourself free, my dear
No angel, no devil
Deserves what you've got more than I

No heaven for me
No hell and no in between
Oh, they've got hooks in my soul
But my body is whole
And waits just for you