To Myself

I just got back now, from stuck in time, While others seem to blame their famous past, And I feel like something died, Like a million mourning favorite sons in love. But what I really need to know is this; To kill dreams, for how long do I have to lie. color red these raging eyes, Burning like Wheat fields under threatening Skies. So I pray, to myself, But through that womans eyes, To myself , For you and no one else. I say what must be done, should be done, And me? Im breathing English air, under my English heaven. I think if you had loved me when I wanted, If Id looked up that day, And found my wild, sick, blasphemous prayer granted, I would have woken from this stunning sleep, And finally seen more than just infinite darkness. When you are dust, when you are cold, When the white flame in you has gone, Where will we go? color black these crazy nights, Spinning like Wheat fields under threatening Skies. I see you broke my heart to set me free, You without me and me still in these chains.