Many Prophets preach on bended knees
Many clerics wasted wine,
Do the bloody sheets on those cardboard streets mean?
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 so hard for you to do that
Time’s running out as it often does
And often dictates that you can’t do that
Fate can’t break th
