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Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile? If there's a right thing to say, I'm sure I missed it by a mile Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood I wanna hold you close, but I can't lift my arms up Is there a reason for this distance? More than the drug that floats my days A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed I've got a saint, never ever will forgive That never understood me but still tells me how to live It fits when I stretch and I stretch because I can I stretch until I'm sore and then I open up for more I do it out of habit, not addiction And if I give it up, clean out my blood Will I still feel bored and disconnected? If I do it all for love, will I ever give enough? âCuz you can never be too pure or too connected You can never be too pure or too connected You can never be too pure From Letras Mania