thousand years, a thousand more
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,
million names but only one [bad word] to face.

million roads, a million fears
million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time.
But if there was a single [bad word]  a single light,
single thought, a singular touch of grace...
Then following this single point, this single flame,
This single haunted memory of your face...
I still love you
I still want you,
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
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be [bad word] thief.
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you
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...