Suzanne Vega Laying on of Hands/Stoic song lyrics

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands

What i often wonder is how she kept from hearing love's demands

If in her loneliness she ever dreamed of following earthly commands, oh yeah

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands

Touch is a language. What it you have to say to me

Come and talk about it. Tell me where you're locked and where you're free

Brutality or tenderness, our bodies are exchanged in all eternity, oh yeah

Touch is a language. What it you have to say to me?

In this wilderness do we hurt or heal within our daily plans, oh yeah

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands

Mother Theresa understood the laying on of hands

Epictetus probably slept with hands above the covers

Lost no sleep in counting sheep or numbers of ex-lovers

The thing about a stoic is he's always understated

I don't know about happiness but virtue's overrated