What love requires

We let the madness sleep on a Sunday night,
beneath the torn bedsheets and the spider’s sight,
when words are few and far...
Only the depth of time makes you realize
this is not a chance to fly.
And only the good men take their time.
And only the good men do what’s right.

You slide an inch or two towards the other side.
I’m staring at the street through a curtain seam,
it’s just enough to see.
And only the bedspring creaks make you realize
when you just don’t feel alive...
And only the good men take their time.
And only the good men do what’s right.

We’re lying faceless adrift in the night,
and what more will it take just to realize
this is not our idea of paradise?
And I can feel the breaking inside,
there’s much more to life than to be alive,
I wish that I could say this to her tonight...
but they never see your side.

We let the madness sleep on a Sunday night,
the television screen, a magazine and a
flickering street light.
Only the quiet nights make you realize
this is not what love requires...
And only the good men take their time.
And only the good men do what’s right.

We’re lying faceless adrift in the night,
and what more will it take just to realize
this is not our idea of paradise?
And I can feel the breaking inside,
there’s much more to life than to be alive,
I wish that I could say this to her tonight,
but they never see your side...

- Joshua, What Love Requires