From a fall I hold the word conviction And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch But the flesh is weak and without reason So I (slave to your beat and sought-?) for all time God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life When you strike with soul and quick precision I am (smack...-?) and cold desire And they say the retched get their kingdom Bring it on, it's my time, let's go, we all die Chorus. The trouble is me You, the trouble is me, you... chorus.