Consigliore

Born in southern Spain
A nagging, loud refrain
Repeated in my room, embellished with my voice
A worn, old guitar
A host of scarlet scars
never seen a bar, it was not my choice
A set of endless sayings
Can’t take them out my pens
I let them wreck this soul, erotic and naive
God took a stance on me
but he won’t let me be
I shunned him purposely, and with the soft eyes I always seem to weave
But you still want me
Now that I see, now that I see
Though you still warned me
Now that I see, now that I see
Now I gaze behind
That I don’t seem to mind
That I didn’t wreck it all, and urinate on grace
It’s a record of
that once precocious love
below the last of us
If you might still have it, spir it upon my face
Though you still want me
Now that I see, now that I see
Though you still need me
Now that I see, now that I see
Some people, they always want something that they can’t have
That they can never have
Some people want something that they can never have
That they can never have
They can never have
They can never have
They can never have
They can never have
Do you still want me
Now that I see, now that I see
(Born in southern Spain
A nagging, loud refrain
Repeated in my room)
Though you still need me
Now that I see, this is that I mean this
(A worn, old guitar
A host of scarlet scars
never seen a bar)
Do you want me
Now that I see, now that I see
(Born in southern Spain
A nagging, loud refrain
Repeated in my room)
Do you still need me
now that I see, now that I see
(A worn, old guitar
A host of scarlet scars
never seen a bar)
All I want, all I am
All I want, all I am
All I want, all I am
All I have, all I am