Why is love all that's left after the fire, after the fire?
Why is love all that's left after the fire?
Why is love's fleeting hour all that's left of the power
And the terrible beauty of desire?
Oh, my love
I am hungry though I eat, though I eat
Oh, my love
I am restless though I sleep
Baby, I am downhearted
Even though I rise above
Baby, oh, I am lonely though I love
I can see her in my dreams, in my dreams
In my dreams she'll always dwell
Hands me a ladle full of water
Bids me: Drink long and deep
Still I am thirsty at the well
Thirsty at the well
I have laid down with angels though a man, though a man
I have laid down with angels though a man
And these glimpses of heaven, Lord, they fill up my heart
With a longing that I can barely stand
I can see her in my dreams, in my dreams
In my dreams she'll always dwell
Hands me a ladle full of water
Bids me: Drink long and deep
Still I am thirsty at the well
I can hear the ocean
I put my ear up to the shell
I hear the promise spoken
I'm falling under her spell
She keeps me thirsty at the well
I ask not for consolation, but for passion and for grace
I ask not for comfort but for clarity
Let me breathe in the Spirit, let me live in the light
Let me burn with a pure intensity
I can see her in my dreams, in my dreams
In my dreams she'll always dwell
Hands me a ladle full of water
Bids me: Drink long and deep
Still I am thirsty at the well
Still I am thirsty at the well
Thirsty at the well
Uh-huh
I'm falling under your spell
She keeps me thirsty at the well
Thirsty at the well
