You see her
  you can't touch her
  you hear her
  you can't hold her
  you want her
  you can't have her
  you want to
  she won't let you
  
  she's not so special
  so look what you've done boy
  
  now you wish she'd never
  come back here again
  
  you see her
  you can't touch her
  you hear her
  you can't hold her
  you want her
  you can't have her
  you want to
  she won't let you
  
  she's not so special
  so look what you've done Bob
  
  now I'm nailed above you
  gushing from my side
  it's with your sins
  that you've killed me
  thinking of your sins I die
  thinking how you'd let them through you
  how you'd never realise
  that I'm ripped and hang forsaken
  knowing never will I rise
  again