Oh
I've been owned
Heart and soul
By another before.
I've prayed and I've hoped
But you won't
Let me go, no
(I'm the modern day Sisyphus)
Oh
I've been owned
Heart and soul
By another before.
I've preyed and I've hoped
But you won't
Let me go, no
No
Open your hand
And press it to mine.
We can pretend we've never died.
You were the bringer of the light,
The Morning Star that guides me.
Dawn broke,
We're perfect complements.
Collarbones traced with kisses and fists
Knowing well I would forget
The hushed whispers and wishes
Oh
I've been owned
Heart and soul
By another before.
I've prayed and I've hoped
But you won't
Let me go, no
(I'm the modern day Sisyphus)
Oh
I've been owned
Heart and soul
By another before.
I've preyed and I've hoped
But you won't
Let me go, no
No
I've seen the mighty hand of God
Move mighty slow and cold and odd.
You left your print
On my alabaster skin,
A necropolis
Of our sacred union.
You were the bringer of the light,
But you are not the Son.
Is time a measure
To stop a rising star
From burning out
And falling hard?
Even then, there's no way I could have known.
(What sort of prison is this?)
Oh
I've been owned
Heart and soul
By another before.
I've prayed and I've hoped
But you won't
Let me go, no
(I'm the modern day Sisyphus)
Oh
I've been owned
Heart and soul
By another before.
I've preyed and I've hoped
But you won't
Let me go, no
No