There is no end to the ways you'll suffer When you're not closed off to it There is no end to the days you'll suffer When you give love its power When capacity for enormous good is a bad thing And you want to love like it wouldn't be such a bad thing There is no end to the lines that you'll cross When you can't see them There is no end to the shame that you'll bring An orange that you skin You want to protect what you won't defend And that's the problem I am my whole self when I come to him And that's the problem It's not a good thing How do I say in a way that you can take at my word I've been warned before, the fire still flickers in the bush And history comes back again in the new way And tells me now that it's okay to see a good thing As a good thing