I want to love you, I want to love you I want to love you without ego, without pride I want to know you, I want to know you I want to know you outside, inside, without side You make me want to die Now I'm caught in your slip stream Love is pulling me on Pa**ed the suitors you spurned And the lovers you burned You may think I'm old fashioned But I'm not in your cla** My voice steams up the windows While yours can cut gla** Still you make me transcend I want to hold you, I want to hold you I want to hold you without holding you at bay I want to hear you, I want to hear you I want to hear every single word you say You make me want to cry No, I'm not superstitious But I can't help touching wood With my head in my hands And you doing no good In the interests of courtship I'll walk you back home Through the streets here in Heaven When we're alone You make me transcend No, I'm not superstitious But I can't help touching wood With my head in my hands And you doing no good Is it all over nothing? Does that make you feel sad? It's not the standard of living That makes dying so bad It's the fear of the end You make me transcend