Conditions

I'm half sick of shadows,

from this gaslight shining on me,

and maybe I'm afraid,

this love has no guarantee.

Pontificate your intentions, 

with the wish to purify me.

Strip away any confidence,

test my loyalty. 

Show me you're the only one,

manipulate the fear.

It's only because you love me, 

that my blood runs with regret, dear. 

Teach me to be obedient, 

so I know you'll stay near. 

Your love is unconditional, 

but the conditions are unclear.

Someone help me break free,

from the gaslight where shadows creep.

Save me in this wake of a flood, 

what you sow you shall reap.

So if I drown then you will see, 

the tide washes over when you sleep.

And if I rise, you'll know it's me.

Yet still my love is yours to keep.