Needle's Eye

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.