Do you hunger for me like my arms still linger,
or am I slipping inside of your touch,
do you care what I needed when I'm calling for your help dear,
or am I going away like your plane,
when your eyes get sick and I'm getting older,
I'll make sure that you won't be alone.
To be redeemed in your graces,
I hunted the lips of those killed for,
to make seeds grow in scars that lay bare,
I'll use the water from the tears I cried,
I'll make the hunger be the food that I lived out of in you.
Do you know what I'm going through I've been better,
land becomes oceans too idly watched,
do you hunger for me like my lips they taste sweeter,
than any you've ever know,
more than any you've ever shown,
more than any I've ever told.