| I've got too much energy to switch off my mind | |
| But not enough to get myself organized | |
| My heart is heavy | |
| My head is confused | |
| And my aching little soul | |
| Has started burning blue | |
| I can't give you up, 'till | |
| I've got more than enough | |
| Infect me with your love | |
| Nurse me into sickness | |
| Nurse me back to health | |
| Endow me with the gifts of the man made world | |
| When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy | |
| And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed | |
| I can't give you up, 'till | |
| I've got more than enough | |
| Infect me with your love | |
| Nurse me into sickness | |
| Nurse me back to health | |
| Endow me with the gifts of the man made world | |
| Take me by the hand | |
| And take me out of here | |
| Run your fingers through my hair | |
| And tell me what | |
| I wanna hear | |
| Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth? | |
| From my scrotum to your womb | |
| Your cradle to my tomb | |
| I can't give you up, 'till | |
| I've got more than enough | |
| Infect me with your love | |
| Nurse me into sickness | |
| Nurse me back to health | |
| Endow me with the gifts of the man made world | |
| I can't give you up, 'till | |
| I've got more than enough | |
| Infect me with your love | |
| Nurse me into sickness | |
| Nurse me back to health | |
| Tell me what it is that | |
| I want in this world | |
| I can't give you up | |
| I can't give you up | |
| I can't give you up | |
| I can't give you up |