I want your sincerity, you know.
I want a song that will dig into my bones.
I want a place to live where I can raise my kids,
settle down with you and call it a home.
I want a town as big as New York,
where the masses and the buildings are born.
I want an anonymous place
where nobody knows my name;
if that were possible,
I wouldn't need much anymore.
I want a bar where I can drink
until my face turns numb.
Gimme a bottle of wine
so I can kill some time;
I don't gotta prove anything to anyone.
When I get back to the house,
a binding webbing forms.
Dream of hell-bound barking dogs,
and then walk back out the door.
If I get this far when I grow old,
I won't want for any fortune of gold.
I want the markings, instead,
of a life well-lead, and the force of a body turning cold.
A lover's eye does define a life
that is good and true.
Many a times I've been chilled to the spine
because I wanted you.
