Sitting here; just thinking,
About your lips pressed on his.
My heart is boiling,
I feel like I've been hit.
I don't want to touch you, touching him,
I want my own parade.
I've been waiting months, humming hymns,
To try to end this charade.
You're the light of day,
Wont you light my way?
I see you smiling at me,
Won't you make me happy?
Yes, I'm the tortured soul, marred by hate,
Which jealousy has twisted into something grave.
And someone's grave is close to my plate,
When I eat-- I only lose weight!
Jealousy has pushed me down the tunnel,
And theres no ventilating funnel.
The heat is thronged and very strong,
And I hear Satan say: "this won't take long".
He carries me on a wheelbarrow
And shoots me with an icy arrow.
"This repeats for you every second of every hour," he said,
And I pleaded for some bread.
The bowels of jealousy-- I ended there,
In the bastion of pain I said a prayer
Calling for all torture to go away
And for a little light of day.
"Light of day, please come my way"
"I've stood amongst the sky of grey"
"And have seen the devil sway"
"Please let his dance end today."
And I wonder if you're smiling,
With your lips pressed on his-- beguiling!
So that he thinks its your goal
To give me a tortured soul.
But he doesn't know you love me
And you're my light of day.
He doesn't know im just waiting here,
To finally have my way.
