Why do i feel compelled to stay,
now that the road is covered with dust;
tempted to feel the pulse of a dead passion,
knowing that your ship had left my dock,
'still feels the need to scream and shout.
Each time i close my eyes to sleep,
it all comes running back to me;
the memories of you and me,
the tales of life and love,
our dreams of a world together.
so, if i be the lord of time,
my hands will hold you close to me,
my wrong 'll right to see you smile,
i'll share your hopes and bear your pains,
untold the lies that brings you tears.
so, if i be the lord of time,
i'll make a print upon your heart,
and hold your ship down at my dock!
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