Too Pure

<br>Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile?<br>If there`s a right thing to say, I`m sure I missed it by a mile<br>Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood<br>I wanna hold you close, but I can`t lift my arms up<br>Is there a reason for this distance?<br>More than the drug that floats my days<br>A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed<br>I`ve got a saint, never ever will forgive<br>That never understood me but still tells me how to live<br>It fits when I stretch and I stretch because I can<br>I stretch until I`m sore and then I open up for more<br>I do it out of habit, not addiction<br>And if I give it up, clean out my blood<br>Will I still feel bored and disconnected?<br>If I do it all for love, will I ever give enough?<br>�Cuz you can never be too pure or too connected<br>You can never be too pure or too connected<br>You can never be too pure