Jealousy - Live at Studio 4

Cut out my anger
Cut out all that I believe
That hole in me, my friend
You would call me
Your voice would float through the trees
You'd talk of your needs
And I'd listen for remnants of me
And when you'd call me your voice would ease
All the pain I'd feel on me
So I'd hide from the thieves
Their wandering eyes, their hungry hearts that need pain to lead
Oh, come to a place where everything is everything