Many prophets preach on bended knee,
Many clerics wasted wine,
Do the bloodied sheets on those cobbled streets mean
I have wasted time?
Are there silver shores on paradise?
Can I come in from the cold?
I killed a man in faraway land,
My enemy I'm told.
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 do that.
Fate can't break 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.
I really want you.
I really want you.
Is a poor man rich in solitude?
Or will Mother Earth complain?
Dear, then beg or pray for a sunny day,
But lady, luck for rain.
The same million people bow and scrape To an effigy of gold.
I saw life begin, And the ship we're in then,
History unfold.
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 do that.
Fate can't break 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.