I want to love you I want to love you

I want to love you

Without ego without pride

I want to know you I want to know you

I want to know you

Outside inside without side

You make me want to die

Now I'm caught in your slip stream

Love is pulling me on

Passed the suitors you spurned

And the lovers you burned

You may think I'm old fashioned

But I'm not in your class

My voice steams up the windows

While yours can cut glass

Still you make me transcend.

I want to hold you I want to hold you

I want to hold you

Without holding you at bay

I want to hear you I want to hear you

I want to hear

Every single word you say

You make me want to cry.

No I'm not superstitious

But I can't help touching wood

With my head in my hands

And you doing no good

In the interests of courtship

I'll walk you back home

Through the streets here in heaven

When we're alone

You make me transcend.

No I'm not superstitious

But I can't help touching wood

With my head in my hands

And you doing no good

Is it all over nothing

Does that make you feel sad

It's not the standards of living

That make dying so bad

It's the fear of the end

You make me transcend.