The Patient.

A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, draining vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire acts a little old.

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.

Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).

If there were no reward to reap,
A loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.

If there were no desire to heal
A damaged and broken man along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.

And I still may ... [sigh] ... I still may.

Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.

And if there were no reward to reap,
A loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.

Gonna wait it out.

Tool, The Patient.

My love.

My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight
My love is a-miles in the waiting
The eyes that just stare, and then glance at the clock

And the secret that burns, and the pain that grows dark
And it's you once again
Leading me on - leading me down the road
Driving beyond - driving me down the road

My love is exceedingly vivid
Red-eyed and fevered with the hum of the miles
Distance and longing, my thoughts do provide
Should I rest for a while at the side
Your love is cradled in knowing
Eyes in the mirror, still expecting they'll come

Sensing too well when the journey is done
There is no turning back - no
There is no turning back - on the run

...and the coming of night-time...

Robert Plant, Big Log.

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A Thousand Years.

A thousand years, a thousand more,
a thousand times, a million doors, to eternity.
I may have lived, a thousand lives, a thousand times.
an endless turning, stairway climbs
to a tower of souls.
If it takes, another thousand years, a thousand wars,
the towers rise, to numberless floors, in space
I could shed, another million tears, a million breaths,
a million names, but only one truth to face.
a million roads, a million fears
a million suns, ten million years, of uncertainty.
I could speak, a million lies, a million songs,
a million rights, a million wrongs, in this balance of time.
But if there was, a single truth, a single light
a single thought, a singular touch, of grace
then following. this single point , this single flame,
the single haunting memory... of your face.
I still love you,
I still want you.
A thousand times, the mysteries, unfold themselves
like galaxies, in my head.
I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant.
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief...
I still love you,
I still want you.
A thousand times, the mysteries, unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head.
On and on the mysteries... unwind themselves,
eternities still unsaid...
'til you love me.

Sting, A Thousand Years.