Sweet Spot

The sweetest spot
 When it's gone, it's gone
 Don't make me suffer for that
 Just to love me
 A final dividend
 Between lust and the tell of song
 Between the flesh and the fondest wrong
 There is a gardless state
 Where the real and the dream may consummate
 The sweetest spot
 When it's gone, it's gone
 Don't make me suffer for that
 Just to love me
 A final dividend
 Between the wound and end
 Between the break and the mend
 Between the world and the get
 Between bone dry and the dripping wet
 It's in the holy ghost of air
 Between two hands held in prayer
 There is a gardless state
 Where the real and the dream may consummate
 The sweetest spot
 When it's gone, it's gone
 Don't make me suffer for that
 Just to love me
 A final dividend