Messing with my messagesnI sent one, but you got two againnnAnd if I sent you bags of bone and bloodnWould you not refuse my love?nnOh no. It's serious.nnMessing with my eyes and headnI walked through a wall for you againnnAnd if I said one thing you understoodnThen you won't refuse my lovennOh no. It's seriousnnUnder younUnder mennIs deeper than I can bennHere in morning mirror, dress.nBut I could only see you in my likenessnnI'll reflect a beam that shines abovenThen you won't refuse my lovennOh no. it's seriousnnUnder younUnder mennIs deeper than I can be