Why Don't You Love Me

Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue

Othertimes you speak with a full Scottish brogue

Ruthless, relentless, pursuing your defenseless quarry

Now you say you've been following me through my lives and deaths

From the very first tears to the last failing breaths

You clean up the mess, you say "I must confess" you say "I'm sorry"

Some say they've seen you outside of my door

During dark, rainy nights when the light is so poor

Maybe they're mistaken, or maybe you're just faking evidence

They think you're a man with the body of a libertine

Skin that's so white, clean daylight has never seen

I wonder if you're punishment, or prison or just providence

You say "Why, why, why

Why, why, why

Why, why, why

Don't you love me?"

How you danced with the outlaws in the old, wild west

Carried a derringer under your vest

I know with a sneer you claim to have been Guinevere

But I am not Lancelot, I was never King Arthur

I say once again "I'm not the man that you're after"

That was a different man, he ain't been here

You were there in Florence as I painted the ceiling

On that old river boat, saw the hands I was dealing

Were you there the night I discovered LSD?

You held my hand through the Straits of Magellan

At the medicine shore, snake-oil you were selling

Wasn't that you? Wasn't that me?

On the brink of the moon, at the foot of the Andes

The mouth of the river, as we washed in the Ganges

Pulled the arrow out my eye at Hastings

You washed my brow as I lay in a fever

You were the fulcrum, I was the lever

I'm not a believer, it's just all your time you are wasting

You're a prisoner in a tower, a damsel in distress

Love hold us in thrall, my eternal mistress

You've been wife, my lover, my sister, my mother, my maid

My partner, my consort, my bit on the side

My darling, my sweetheart, my hope and my pride

And all because of some stupid lyrics on "The Blurred Crusade"