Hoping I am not the anchor keeping you in port, The hardest part of setting sail is just getting the first foot on the ship. If leaving me makes being you easy then go, oh no let me take it back.
No one could ever be my someone who once told me I was crazy for being a fool. No one could ever be my someone who once told me I was crazy for being a fool.
Here I go counting seconds until I complain again.
Hoping I am not just comfort keeping you around. A person keeping you away from him or her, here or there but... If leaving me makes being you easy then go, oh no let me take it back.
No one could ever be my someone who once told me I was crazy for being a fool. No one could ever be my someone who once told me I was crazy for being a fool.
Here I go counting seconds until I complain again.
No one could ever be my someone who once told me I was crazy for being a fool. No one could ever be my someone who once told me I was crazy for being a fool.
All you women who want a man of the street But you don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn I'm gonna take you down - down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will I'm like evil, I get under your skin Just like a bomb that's ready to blow 'Cause I'm illegal, I got everything That all you women might need to know I'm gonna take you down - down, down, down So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Shoot to thrill, play to kill Too many women with too many pills Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will Shoot to thrill, ready to kill I can't get enough, I can't get the thrill I shoot to thrill, play to kill Pull the trigger
Show me a promised land and I will go anywhere And if you ask me to take my time I'll wait for years I'll hold on though the whole world tells me I'm wrong Someday, someday But it seems so long
Ask me to prove my love and I will do anything So if they turn off the light of the sun why should I care I'll hold on thought the whole world tells me I'm wrong Then in the morning as you leave me You touch my hand to show how much you care But just when I need you You won't be there
I'll hold on but I need a shoulder to lean on Why if you love me must you leave me Why are you going anywhere Why must our love be something in the air Cause just when I need you You won't be there You won't be there
For days and weeks I made the parting call. I cupped my hands, my mouth in "O." I shouted saying, "Brothers, hold my fading arms in the air, I am weak!" They just faded there, my voice was gone. Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still… yes, they feel what they touch as well, cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go. I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years. And when I said, "Who will shave my head, and on the might, reveal me in my skin?" All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.*** In my room, in my room, in this gospel I have made, salvation is a broken cistern in a handmade frame. I cut the sheets into a flag, paint it red, self-pity hangs over the doorway in. From seven times seventy scraping knees, blood lets, deficiencies, these are the layers of bandages, protection from the sting. In this great lacking, I've found a way. And when I said, "Who will shave my head, and on that might reveal me in my skin?" All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.*** Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still… yes, they feel what they touch as well, cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go. I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years.
Now far I am from you, before my fire alone, That I am old as winter, that maybe you have died. And it seems that eighty years beneath my feet did glide, And read again the hours that so silently have gone, The shadows of the past swift stream across life's floor The tale of all times, nothings that now exist no more; And sadly spins the fibre of the story in my mind... Your eyes are full of tears, and your fingers long and cold; While the wind with clumsy fingers softly fumbles at the blind About my neck caressing your arms you gently ply I see you stand before me in a mist that does enfold, And thus I clasp entranced my all, my world of grace, And both our lives are joined in that supreme embrace... And it seems you want to speak to me yet only sigh. Oh, let the voice of memory remain forever dumb, Forget the joy that was, but that nevermore will come, Forget how after an instant you thrust my arms aside, For now I'm old and lonely, and maybe you have died.
