Sharing selfish passions, prostate
of spit and ashes.
Stakes a claim, sale
Knowing it's a dream.
All the pretty words that try to gloss it over,
Just get in the way, get someone crying
"You don't love me."
We will never do it perfect,
I'm no saintly Jesus,
Pretending ain't my thing.
05 as well face it, I'm keeping at my claim.
Course I really can't force you
You're still a moving target.
Yeah, I like to watch you dance.
I'm takin a chance.
I've had some dreams before.
Near filed 'em at some office,
But backed out the door.
Want to go all the way?
Do it our way?
Just roll with the truth,
Yah gottah stake a claim.
Know the passion burns to ashes consuming all illusions.
Sharing selfish passions with abandon,
Cause otherwise there's no thrill.
We can wait for later, when we're over the hill.
But I feel like dancin now. That's enough talkin.
Let's just build a fire. What more yah gottah really know right now.