Does it come today, or do I wait and wait?
For him to come, I might be lost but he's on the way
I'm a slave to desire, being cased by his arms
In his own reflection, it might just be my only hope this spring
I realize that I'm young
And I'm hoping for additional love
And there's nothing that I would rather want to be
Than hopeless
And I'm hoping for additional love

Whoa
We have became, if I'm not able
To abstain from the evil of Kingdom Come
The market leaves will be the noblest thing
Will I be lewd to the dude?
Crude to his proof and to his profession?
It might just be my only chance to scream
And realize that I'm caught
In a motion of habitual want
That emotion occurs with all the luck
In a moment
Whoa
It's come
Today, or do I wait and wait?
For him to come, I might be lost but he's on the way
And when he comes, if he comes
Will he have the key to the lock?
With Kingdom Come, I'll likely always be lost at sea
So stop your joke, oh, so fast
So fast, oh, I could swear


But will you stop now?

Look different, love's way too sweet

Not exactly your defining strength
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh