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 a far away 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't do that.
But 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?
Did the beggar pray for a sunny day,
But lady luck for rain?
They say a million people bow and scrape
To an effigy of gold.
I saw life begin and the ship we're in and
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't do that.
But 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
Writer(s): James Blount
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