Serve God, love me and mend,

this is not the end.

Live unbruised, we are friends

and I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Sigh no more, no more,

one foot in sea, one on shore.

My heart was never pure

you know me, you know me.

But, man, is a giddy thing.

But, man, is a giddy thing.

But, man, is a giddy thing.

But, man, is a giddy thing.

Love, it will not betray you,

dismay or enslave you,

it will set you free.

Be more like the man

you were made to be.

There is a design,

an alignment, a cry,

of my heart to see

the beauty of love

as it was made to be.

Love, it will not betray you,

dismay or enslave you,

it will set you free.

Be more like the man

you were made to be.

There is a design,

an alignment, a cry,

of my heart to see

the beauty of love

as it was made to be.

Love, it will not betray you,

dismay or enslave you,

it will set you free.

Be more like the man

you were made to be.

There is a design,

an alignment, a cry,

of my heart to see

the beauty of love

as it was made to be.

Servi Dio, amami e guariscimi, questa non è la fine. Vivi senza ferite, siamo amici, e mi dispiace.

Non sospirare più, un piede nel mare e uno sulla costa. Il mio cuore non è mai stato puro, tu mi conosci.

Ma, cavoli, è un qualcosa di vertiginoso.

L’amore che non ti tradirà, non ti sconvolgerà, non ti schiavizzerà, ti libererà. Sii come l’uomo che sei stato fatto per essere.

C’è un progetto, un allineamento, un grido del mio cuore per vedere la bellezza dell’amore come è stato fatto per essere.