No, it's not God that completely fills my heart
Somewhere there in the center of emptiness
Somewhere there in the midst of my joys and sorrows
I yearn for the touch of your tender fingers and the
sweet echo of your voice

No, it's not alright. Nothing is alright without your
gracious presence, you who fill the void of my heart
Nothing is ever perfect, for perfection comes only in the
warm caress of your smile
Nothing is ever complete, for without the part of you
nothing else can fit into the barren emptiness of my chest
nothing else can fill this pit of mine with bottomless love

Without you, I am but a mindless corpse
Rising, walking, yearning for a piece of that heart
only to fall again dead still