Waiting for a kill
Like a junkie
Looking for a thrill
I will always
Almost and always
Long for you
Like an artisan working
At the wheel
Like a prostitute yearning
For that which is real
I will always
Almost and always
Call for you
And when we walk and pass on bye
And fail to look in
One another's eye > Chorus
I will always
Almost and always
Yearn for you
Like a scorpion
About to sting
Like a errant knight
Without a king
I will always
Almost and always
Call for you
Like a soldier itching
On the trigger
Like a traitor yearns to
Point the finger
I will always
Almost and always
Lust for you
And when we walk and pass on bye
And fail to look in
One another's eye > Chorus
I will always
Almost and always
Yearn for you
Like a farmer who
Works his till
Like a starving man
You cannot fill
I will always
Almost and always
Long for you
By: Daniel Smallegange
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