Lose your keys under the house, lose the button from your blouse
Lose the plastic diamond ring from the parade
Lose the color in your lips, lose the swingin´ in your hips
But if you lose me in your grips I must be saved

Lose the harmonies we learned, lose the taste of bread you earned
Lose the stash you always kept but never craved
Lose your rhythm, lose your lines, lose your sense of passing time
But if you lose me in your mind I must be saved

And if you find your conscience plagued by some misplaced or righteous rage
Then lose yourself instead till you remember to forget

Lose your passion and your hope, lose the knotting in your rope
Lose your armor in the struggles that you brave
Lose the children that you bore, lose the battle, lose the war
But if you lose me in your core I must be saved

Lose your reverence for winners, your patience with forgiveness
You don´t have to be a master or a slave
Lose your senses, lose your mind, lose your faith in human kind
But if you lose me down the line I must be saved

And if you find your conscience plagued by some misplaced or righteous rage
Then lose yourself instead till you remember to forget

Lose perfection for a start, lose the dream you kept apart
Lose the chance to find another who´d behave
And then if you haven´t yet, lose your loser´s last regret
For if you lose me in your net I must be saved

Lose the vows we never spoke, lose the punch-line to the joke
Lose your innocence as if willingly you gave
Lose the kettle and the pot, you can lose the best you´ve got
But if you lose me in your heart I must be saved