Testo St. Patrick

I know it's chemicals that make me cling to you.
And I need a miracle to get away from you.
I know it's chemicals,
and I need a miracle,
And I'm not spiritual
But please stay,
'Cause I think you're a saint and I think you're an angel.
I said,
You give me something to talk about, something to talk about.
I said,
You give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head.
You're a miracle.
You're a miracle.
A miracle.

Transparent hands were at my neck,
But I love the way you let me breathe instead.
Take in your chemicals,
You are a miracle,
And I'm not spiritual,
But please stay,
'Cause you're a glimpse of bliss, a little taste of heaven.
I said,
You give me something to talk about, something to talk about.
I said,
You give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head.
You're a miracle.
You're a miracle.
A miracle.

I need a miracle to bring me back to you.
I know you're gone now but I still wait for you.