Counting To 7

Living like priests, trying for heaven Looking for truth, counting to seven Filling the holes, passing the time Looking for love, is that your crime? When you show your heart to me then I'll show mine You build a mystique, I get the pictures, Watching you move, watching you flicker Filling the holes, passing the time, Looking for love, is that your crime? When you show your heart to me then I'll show mine You want to be a friend, be a friend You want to love somebody, love them until the end Set the stage, open up the cage Unveil the beauty that you are You're looking at me, I'm looking at you No pretending, you haven't a clue Filling the holes, passing the time Looking for love, was that your crime? When you show your heart to me then I'll show mine When you show your heart to me then I'll show mine When you show your heart to me then I'll show mine