Many prophets preach on bended knee, many clerics wasted wine. Through those bloody sheets on those cardboard streets. I have wasted time. Are there silver shores on paradise? Can I come in from the cold? I killed a man in a far away land, my enemy untold. I really want you 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. And time's running out as often it does, and often dictates that you can't do that. If they can't break this feeling inside, that's burning up through my veins. 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. I really want you. Is a poor man rich in solitude? Or when mother earth complained. Did the beggar pray for a sunny day but lady luck for rain. They say a million people bow and scream to an effigy of gold. As so life begin, and the ship we're in and history unfold. I really want you