Three weeks ago yesterday, the last time we spoke 
Today's distance holds us too far to measure 
and tomorrow will never hold us that close 
Our hands once stitched together 
 
Weaving bloodstreams into one 
Arteries under pressure 
Sharing breath in our lungs 
Crossing our hearts hoping to die 
If fingers untangled attempt to defy 
 
Passion above all else 
Giving my heart or nothing else 
What's left of myself, isn't myself 
When used up and placed on a shelf 
Passion above all else 
Giving my heart or nothing else 
What's left of myself, isn't myself 
Passion above all else 
 
I opened up a hole in my chest, so deep 
And extracted so much of myself 
One can't help but hurt 
This time I'm going to feel it in the morning 
I dream of love when love can't be seen 
I don't forgive you for giving up on me 
 
But I understand what causes distance 
And loss of interest 
You said you'd give up the world 
I've never meant so much to someone 
And been so soon forgotten 
 
Passion above all else 
Giving my heart or nothing else 
What's left of myself, isn't myself 
When used up and placed on a shelf 
Passion above all else 
Giving my heart or nothing else 
What's left of myself, isn't myself 
Passion above all else 
 
Passion pledges never to wander, 
Never to wonder 
What could be different, what could be undone 
Swearing to stay true, undiluted, 
Following through 
Focused on the sun, the bearer of all purity 
 
Shuttering out discouraging light 
Channeling streams of foresight 
To warm my face and never replace 
Passion as the source of all grace