Why Don't You Love Me Lyrics

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Why Don't You Love Me Lyrics

by Church

Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue
Other times you speak with a false Scottish brogue
Ruthless, relentless, pursuing your defenseless quarry
Now you say you've been following me through my lives and deaths
From the very first tears, to the last fading breaths
You clean up the mess, you say "I must confess," you say
"I'm sorry"

Some say they've seen you outside of my door
During dark rainy nights when the light is so poor
Maybe they're mistaken or maybe you were just faking evidence
They think you're a man with the body of a libertine
Skin that's so white, clean daylight has never seen
I wonder if you're punishment, or prison, or just providence

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why don't you love me?"

How you danced with the outlaws in the old wild west
Carried a derringer under your vest
I know with a sneer, you claim to have been Guinevere
But I am not Lancelot, I was never King Arthur
I say once again, I'm not the man that you're after
That was a different man - he ain't been here

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why, don't you love me?"

You were there in Florence as I painted the ceiling
On that old riverboat, saw the hands I was dealing
Were you there the night I discovered LSD?
You held my hand through the Straits of Magellan
At the medicine show, snake oil you were sellin'
Wasn't that you?Wasn't that me?

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why, don't you love me?"

On the brink of the moon, at the foot of the Andes
The mouth of the river as we washed in the Ganges
Pulled the arrow out my eye at Hastings

You washed my brow as I lay in a fever
You were the fulcrum, I was the lever
I'm not a believer, it's just all your time you are wasting

You were a prisoner in a tower, a damsel in distress
Love hold us in thrall, my eternal mistress
You've been my wife, my lover, my sister, my mother, my maid
My partner, my consort, my bit on the side
My darling, my sweetheart, my hope and my pride
And all because of some stupid lyrics on 'The Blurred Crusade'

You say "Why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why, why don't you love me?"