To sing of a love so strong, that every cell in my body aches for it when it is missing. Emotion so powerful it could make a grown man cry. I would then be a balladeer.
If I were to sing a song of a longing, pining and paining for this love, if you dogs call me queer, I would curse you and in my dreams kill you.
If you were to believe my songs, you may fall in love with my words, because they licked your heart because you know such love. Because you love more than is acceptable.
The subconscious keep you there. In love like the balladeer.
To sing of a love so strong, that every cell in my body aches for it when it is missing. Emotion so powerful it could make a grown man cry. I would then be a balladeer.
If I were to sing a song of a longing, pining and paining for this love, if you dogs call me queer, I would curse you and in my dreams kill you.
If you were to believe my songs, you may fall in love with my words, because they licked your heart because you know such love. Because you love more than is acceptable.
The subconscious keep you there. In love like the balladeer.