Enemy, love. - John Mark McMillan

I don’t trust a fool

I don’t trust myself

I don’t want to bother you

With all of my doubt and regret

Said I wouldn’t bury you

I promise that I’m doing my best

But I think I’m losing my head

Losing my head

Heaven in a china girl

Heaven in an empty dress

Heaven in three wild birds

Heaven in an empty nest

Said I wouldn’t miss one minute

Said I wouldn’t buckle under stress

But I think I’m losing my head

I’m losing my head

Oh, Christ!

Do you wake my ghost?

Sometimes, it seems impossible

Did you give your body

Up to forge my trust?

Did you give your body up

Just to suffer for my savage love?

We’ve got dreams

And there are things you know that I thought that I wanted

But now it seems they don’t mean to me as much as I thought

And not that I’m being ungrateful

Yeah, and I know what I hold in my hands

But I think I’m losing my head

I’m losing my head

Oh, Christ!

Do you wake my ghost?

Sometimes, it seems impossible

Did you give your body

Up to forge my trust?

Did you give your body up

Just to suffer for my savage love?

I’m willing, but I’m weak

So come and talk to me

I don’t want to, want to be, want to be

Your enemy, love

I’m willing, but I’m weak

So come and talk to me

I don’t want to, want to be, want to be

Want to be your enemy, love

Oh, Christ!

Do you wake my ghost?

Sometimes, it seems impossible

Did you give your body

Up to forge my trust?

Did you give your body up

Just to suffer for my savage love?