A thousand wishes I might have, but
Each one cries in its own pain
Look at the tombstone of my wishes
Still I leave no stone unturned, but in vain.
Feel tired of fighting with the shadows
And now even the shadows disappear in darkness
Every bit of sorrow leaves me so helpless
That to talk about it, I have to be real shameless.
I guess love is the defining line
Between life and death
Irony is what causes my heart to ache
Is also what causes my heart to beat.
For Christ’s sake can anyone lift the veil?
That surrounds this mystery of joy and sorrow
Even the unfaithful have their own dreams
Can I have only one, even if on borrow.
Which way is the gateway to hell
Tell me St. Peter, tell me St. Michael,
For I am sure I’ll find there
What I’m searching for so long,
Don’t tempt me with talks of heaven,
‘Cause it’s not the place where
My emptiness can break even.
A thousand wishes I might have had
In my heart,
But they have all turned to ashes
By the flame ignited
By the lone resident
Of my heart.