I Feel Your Touch Pure
And I Feel Your Breath
I Feel Your Heart-ache
Now You're Not There

Oh, You're So Pure.

I See You Naked
I See Your Body Bruised
It Makes You Angry
Makes Me Angry Too.

Oh, You're So Pure.

Where Do I Go Now,
To Hide My Crying Face?
Where Do I Go Now,
Since You've Left This Place?

But Sometimes
It's Better To Lose
Than To Have Got'.

Sometimes,
But Not This Time.