I saddled up my pony right and rode into the ghostly night -- it was wide, wide open.
I left the only home I knew. I stayed alive and I found you. Now I take you where the water's deep and make the air you breathe so sweet.
But is it not enough to be complete? Let me give you everything you need, please?
We found a way, we found a street, directions sweat under the sheets, and I let you have it, let you have it . . .
But it can be a lonely place; desire comes, desire fades.
There's a bright one caught your fancy eye -- it's okay, so long as you stay mine.
And I'm so number one that it's a shame, a shame that you let other numbers in the game.
Now I suffer for your hungry eye. Oh, why must it see more than mine?
It's a light you're after, 'cause light moves faster.
But when I ride again into the night, my torch will shoot flames strong and bright and my absence will remind you of how tough it is to be in love.
And it's not what I think, it's what you say.
And it works great for you to have your way.
But if the west can be a desperate place: you search all day for just a taste of the cold, cold water.
And if you think I've gone too long, listen . . . the sky will sing this song as it burns up all the memories that flow like water out of me.
 dyejob · Sun May 27, 2007 @ 11:09pm · 0 Comments |
