I think I’m waiting for the sky to fall,

Through the growing crack in my bedroom wall

I don’t know if I’m your saviour or if I’m your whore

But I’ll be whatever you want me to be.

And everything’s divine and I’m unholy

I think I’ve let the darkness through the cracks.

I’m torn between my dreams and my salvation, but

I’ll be whatever you want me to be.

I think I’m waiting for your heart to tear

And I can feel that you’re almost there

But I can be your lover; I can be your friend

I’ll be whoever you need me to be.

And everything’s divine and I’m unholy

I know I’ve let the darkness through the cracks.

Torn between my dreams and my salvation

I’ll be whatever you want me to be.

Now I’m half asleep, drained and empty as the steel-capped street I live on

I’m an inward bound explosion, I’m in perpetual motion;

And running through my hand is only dust.

And everything’s divine and I’m unholy

I know I’ve let the darkness through the cracks.

Torn between my dreams and my salvation

I’ll be whatever you want me to be.