rewind my time until you're in that chair
with your back to me as I simply lay there
a million thoughts running through my head
of all the things I could be doing instead
I have all these maps, and all these dreams
for years I've been planning my unorthodox schemes
and there are many secrets I have yet to share
but one burden I can no longer bear
and although these words taste odd on my lips
I speak them now with hands on your hips
"I need you," I whisper, as my hands touch skin
and your lips crush mine in mortal sin
of all my dreams, one stands alone
to be with you as no one knows
I'm tired of building you these cities
for you to burn with no trace of pity
I'll covet the ashes as I would a child
and stare upon you with eyes far from mild
with an ache becoming more than a need
that little voice, I shall no longer heed
and as I succumb to mortal desire
it is you, my dear, who fans that fire
I resent this fact with all my being
but for you, my love, I'd do anything...