What kind of race, lack of direction
Just how lunatic, to have a nature so deceit
Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried
Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit
Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth
Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth
I'm talking, Idols of Chagrin
Born of possession, complacement in disguise
Craving and candid, as to defy the character's fall
The kisses you drain, pedestrian pedigree
What's thought is pain might be desire after allSkip Scarborough
Of all the loves I've had in my life
I'd rather have you
Whatever they were, no matter how nice
They can't compare
Seeming wealth is nothing
I'd rather have you
Wealthy or not
We'll always have so much to share
Cause I know that I'll love you forever
You're mine
I wouldn't take riches for your love
There's nothin' in this world
I'd rather have than you
Just can't stay away
I love you
I love you
Even the sun is nothin' to me
I'd rather have you
The warmth that it gives soon would grow cold
If you were near