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