I let my feet feel the heat of the roadCause when my bum's at the stationI know Christ will be waiting for an offeringI lost as a boyOn the furrowAnd the furrow against the precipiceI sleep in the furnace of my carWhere I will not go farAnd some miles through the seas and the desertsTo endeavor and forgetThe idea of homeAnd I won't even think about writingI will investYour snowy lifeIn crimeAnd I will replaceAll our livesWith sunGreat swarms of beesIn the shores of a townWhere I stay and remove all I've doneAnd evolve to the shape of a womanEmbracing the spotShe's so beautifulAnd beautifulAnd youGirled up in the corner of a barSpeaking tongues to a glassAbout things I don't knowOr could show to an audienceThat youSaved all of my schoolBut don't mindCause I am ledTo everythinginiAnd I will liveTo be theyconsistentperfectwithtogetherallthecompetitionyouneedtobeTOityourOh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohI'm loving youAnd I'm loving youI'm loving youAnd I'm loving you