What can I do with my obsession?. With the things I cannot see. Is there madness in my being?. Is it wind that blows the trees?. Sometimes you're further than the moon. Sometimes you're closer than my skin. And you surround me like a winter fog. You've come and burned me with a kiss. And my heart burns for you. And my heart burns. And I'm so filthy with my sin. I carry pride like a disease. You know I'm stubborn God and I'm longing. To be close. You burn me deeper than I know. And my heart burns for you. And my heart burns for you