Sent from God, a holy visit
I wake up in the night, what is it?
I'm startled and I'm cold
And I believe that I have problems in my dreams
I feel like I'm the only one who can carry your disease
In my head, you are suffering
In my head, you are
He brings me flowers that are gold, and honey from the bees
And he places a blossom in my hair, and undresses me
And he tells me that I'm the only one that can carry his disease
I'm made to be an animal by his love, and to bear his baby
In my head, you are suffering
In my head, you are
In my head, you are suffering
In my head, you are
