OK

Shut up you hormones, I'm trying to think and listen to the Guide which high-lights my stink. Passion as constant as the pull of the moon verse a desire held back by a damn going to break soon. You've come a long way, that's not too hard to see, but you've further to travel before you say yes to me. Standing back, I just watch hoping you'll stumble my way, but even if you do, it's up to my Counsellor to say.

And I ache for you when we part, and I pray for a cure for a broken heart, and I wait for me on you to grow, and I plead to God to let me know, and I cry as I think of how pretty you are, and I'm thankful that I've been brought here so far, and I humble myself to the King of kings. It's going to be OK. It's all going to be OK.

I don't want your love if it'd hinder our walk, but for the sake of the Kingdom maybe we should talk. When you find someone else who can walk you home and I figure out I'm better off on my own. You seem so confused, I'm not too sure myself; both trying to get to know each other and ourselves. Plenty of time but I want it now. Patience, young padawan, remember your vow.

And I ache for you when we part, and I pray for a cure for a broken heart, and I wait for me on you to grow, and I plead to God to let me know, and I cry as I think of how pretty you are, and I'm thankful that I've been brought here so far, and I humble myself to the King of kings. It's going to be OK. It's all going to be OK.

And I ache for you when we part, and I pray for a cure for a broken heart, and I wait for me on you to grow, and I plead to God to let me know, and I cry as I think of how pretty you are, and I'm thankful that I've been brought here so far, and I humble myself to the King of kings. It's going to be OK. It's all going to be OK.

And I cry as I think of how pretty you are, and I'm thankful that I've been brought here so far, and I humble myself to the King of kings. It's going to be OK. It's all going to be OK.