Burning Desire
So there’s this desire,
It’s on your mind,
You keep trying to grasp it,
But it escapes you.
It dissipates like smoke in the air,
Your feelings wane on the despair,
Eyes of sadness,
Heart of endless questioning,
When will there be a day of reckoning?
There’s the unfilled desire,
To rise higher and higher,
But where will you go when you’re at the top?
What you have is what you hold,
All that glitters is not gold.
You’ve got the girl, but she's not in your arms,
You've got the heart, but it feels alone,
You've got the house, but not a home.
We all have the crave,
And feel that we’re depraved,
So we fill ourselves up,
Till there’s excess.
So there’s this desire,
It’s on your mind,
You keep trying to feel something,
But your hands come up empty.
If loneliness was easy to go away,
It’d be gone in a hurry,
If the walls would fall away,
Then there’d be nothing to bury.
All these things make up who you are,
You keep pushing for more,
You have this stigma,
That runs through your veins,
You desire the ending of your pains.
You’ve got the girl, but she's not in your arms,
You've got the heart, but it feels alone,
You've got the house, but not a home.
Life is but a blissful desire,
And we all have things we need,
We all want ourselves to succeed,
But when we find success,
It’s not enough,
We still want something more,
Within ourselves.
So there’s this desire,
It’s on your mind,
You keep trying to grasp it,
But it escapes you.
It dissipates like smoke in the air,
Your feelings wane on the despair,
Eyes of sadness,
Heart of endless questioning,
When will there be a day of reckoning?
There’s the unfilled desire,
To rise higher and higher,
But where will you go when you’re at the top?
What you have is what you hold,
All that glitters is not gold.
You’ve got the girl, but she's not in your arms,
You've got the heart, but it feels alone,
You've got the house, but not a home.
We all have the crave,
And feel that we’re depraved,
So we fill ourselves up,
Till there’s excess.
So there’s this desire,
It’s on your mind,
You keep trying to feel something,
But your hands come up empty.
If loneliness was easy to go away,
It’d be gone in a hurry,
If the walls would fall away,
Then there’d be nothing to bury.
All these things make up who you are,
You keep pushing for more,
You have this stigma,
That runs through your veins,
You desire the ending of your pains.
You’ve got the girl, but she's not in your arms,
You've got the heart, but it feels alone,
You've got the house, but not a home.
Life is but a blissful desire,
And we all have things we need,
We all want ourselves to succeed,
But when we find success,
It’s not enough,
We still want something more,
Within ourselves.
