Among the afflictions
With which I've been marked
None so pretentious, no
And none quite so dark
I get the feeling you're bored with me
Not through habit or frequency
Did your mother have you easily?
And if there's some place else that you would rather be
Then go
Then go
Then go
Then go

Among the intentions
Which have been sought
Numbered and labelled
But none of them bought
I get the feeling you're testing me
You're saturated in urgency
And you stick your probe in further
But you're still not pleased
And if there's someplace else that you would rather be
Then go
Then go
Then go
Then go

Then go
Then go

Then go, go

I would have lied for you
I would have cried for you
I crossed the line for you
I would have died for you