I know that I'm not a poet
Because I get too bored with the words
And all I can see is the wasted time
And there's no sublime
Like the small of your back;
The base of your spine
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

I know that you couldn't listen to that song
It froze you right there where you stood
We carried the weight of this love for so long;
Flew down the hill side
Sand in our hand
The sun was upon us
As we fell through the air
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?

After the boards and the nails had their way
And all of the saints were put to shame
All I could see was the wasted breath;
The reality of betrayal
How we lied to each other
But mostly to ourselves
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?
All I can see is the morning coming back
And making the world whole again
The hopefulness of another chance
To not go wander or settle for less
And holding the miracle
In the palm of your hand
To witness a beginning
You can almost understand
What was it?
What was it?
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?
What was it that you wanted that you would not want again?
What was it?
What was it?