A hopeless romatic without the romance
Always the victim of that circumstance
Which leaves me be when you've fallen for me
And I can't get you to see you're just what I need.

A life of almost and could haves has left me numb
The fever gone its course has run
and left me cold and ready to stop an emotion
dead in its tracks, love and hate, bring them back.

Take me softly by the hand and save me from these desert sands
Aboard your ship I'll taste their pleasures till time has come and I am fettered
Thrown into the violent sea and none the happier will I be
Then when I lay there in the sand, dieing in the other hand.