My heart took me hostage,
holding a ransom I couldn't pay.
It knew all along what it was doing,
but treaded anyway.

Funny how this story goes,
as old as paintings on cave walls;
deep faceted love, unending,
falling away instead.

I want more.
I want more.
What I'm getting isn't enough.
I want more, I want more.

All I can see now,
is that distant storm,
beating on my local atmosphere.
I can't believe you mean so much to me,
but I touch the thought anyway.
Running my fingers through it,
and swirling it around,
like top water surface tension.

I want more,
I want more.