Paul Robert Fake - The Pilgrim Lyrics

I can love you from a distance
At least I'll have to try
The burden of my patience
The sunlight in your eye
And though we're not together
We are bound from heart to heart
Let's not talk about forever
Before the evening starts

And long before the sunrise
There was darkness in your eyes
I took the reins of injury
Under antiseptic skies
With the light of dawn upon us
Eyelids burn like Listerine
And I said I'll be your Jesse Wallace
If you'll be my Celine

Like the tide upon a shoreline
Or a storm without creed
I've needed you too hungrily
For you to call it greed
But the gifts I bring are tender
And you know nothing is obscene
Come lie down here beside me
And let me feel you breathe

Oh, I've suffered for this passion
When it turned to saintliness
And I'm not the kind to bargain
The spirit for the kiss
Through the looking-glass of silence
What I've pictured all too clear
Well, my ghost is lying anxiously alone now
Without your body near

Do you remember the little gray kitten
And the doves of sterling white
Now your family is champion
In a war I refuse to fight
So you left for California
I will stay here in the cold
You know I've always been a pilgrim
Of the dark and lonely road

But my door will stay open
As surely as my eyes close
For that sweet September morning
Asleep without your clothes
And with nothing there to call us
Back from this familiar dream
Where I am Jesse Wallace
And you are my Celine