And there is nothing I can do to make you mine, nothing. There are reasons I don't want you and reasons I cant think of things like love. I remember when Steve told me about Jesus how he would love me if he was, how there was no reason except he wasn't. And were I the Virgin Mary I would pity you, because there are so many reasons. I put passion in my eyes and look - Your face is not what I see. There are things I dream of. Your face is not what I see.