I look toward the stars, and wonder why.
I`m the only one not in anyone`s arms tonight.
I lock the door, close the drapes, and pull the sheets over my head.
As I dream of love, wish upon the harvest moon far above.
Can`t wait much longer, it`s become too tough.
Behind the door, my oracle, I prayer for a miracle.
Onto this fantasy I hold.
My very own love spell to carry out the warmth through the cold.
Forsaken, I`m on my way to hell.
Thats what I`m told.
In spite of everything, I speak these chants.
Believing the words are as good as gold.
An amulet under my pillow, as I sleep.
If I shall die, my soul is not yours to keep.
Love is my only greed.
See myself hanging from the tree with the fruit of temptation.
Searching for a soul mate before my damnation.
Will he become my salvation?
I begin to feel myself rise above the shame, like gravitation.
I can`t satisfy my fascination, until I make him mine.
Hopelessly waiting since the origin of time.
My patience has reached it`s prime.
Jaded from waiting in the dark for a ray of sunshine.
Longing to know what lyes beyond the borderline.
But it proves difficult,
for love these days is merely worth a dime.
It`s possible he`s not one of a kind.
