IRC-Galleria

Many prophets preach on bended knee. Many clerics wasted wine.
Do the bloodied sheets on those cobbled streets mean I have wasted time?
Are the silver shores on paradse? Can I come in from the cold?
I killed a man in a far away land, my enemy I'm told.
I really want yu to really want me, but I really don't know if you can do that.
I know you want to know what's right but I know it's so hard for you to do that.
Any time's running out as often it does, and often dictates that you can't do that.
But fate can't keep this feeling inside that's burning up through my veins.

I really want you.
I really want you.
I really want you - now.
No matter what I say or do, the message isn't getting through.
And you're listening to the sound of my breaking heart.

Is a poor man rich in solitude, or will Motker Earth complain?
Did the beggar pray for a sunny day, but Lady Luck for rain?
They say a million people bor and scrape to an effigy of gold.
I saw life begin and the ship we're in and history unfold.
I really want yu to really want me, but I really don't know if you can do that.
I know you want to know what's right but I know it's so hard for you to do that.
Any time's running out as often it does, and often dictates that you can't do that.
But fate can't keep this feeling inside that's burning up through my veins.

I really want you.
I really want you.
I really want you - now.
No matter what I say or do, the message isn't getting through.
And you're listening to the sound of my breaking heart.
No matter what I say or do, the message isn't getting through.
And you're listening to the sound of my breaking heart.