the dreamer

i'm so god-damned tired of whistling, i'm so lonesome i could cry, your eyes they look like diamonds, still stuck inside the mines, i'll dig 'em out, and i know that you are waiting around, to find the right man, you say, but the thing about taking your time, it takes it right back, someday, no one deserves my world quite like you do, and it's true, i hate everything but you, so tonight, i'll follow you home, and start up a fire that'll keep us both warm, and i'll drag my lips up your thighs, wait till you open your eyes, when i'll hold you real still, and if i can't have you, nobody will, winter was leaving early, that chill to the bone, and i kissed you every morning, as the wind whistled on, but god's humor did too, when you're as happy as this, time starts to fly, it's true, but i built these wings after jumping, not dreaming of the sky, for you, and it's all for you, my skin is gray too, and i'll lay by your side 'till everything is rotten through, so tonight, we'll celebrate life, eat the best food and we'll drink the best wine, and we'll make love too, dreaming every moment of you, your chest against mine, my gun against your spine, and we'll leave the world the way dreamers do, and it's all for you, it's all for you, these things that i do, they're all for you, my skin is gray too, because it's all for you, and i'll lay by your side 'till everything is rotten through