So in your laughter
You do scream
And within your screams,
You do pretend
You ask of me
Ask of me nothing
On your terms we're no longer friends
Harder hard luck stories
Have been told down through the years
Spinning wheels
Crystal perfection
Not to be confused with the tears
Oh, Christian
What about your sad, wild dreams?
What kind of feelings
Do you feel for me?
Do you cherish
All those memories?
What kind of feelings
Do you feel for me?
Half past one
And the street lamps darken
Can you regard that woman as you regard yourself?
With the faith of a child
Have you given enough?
Have you given too much?
Oh, Christian
What about your sad, wild dreams?
What kind of feelings
Do you feel for me?
Sweet things that we live for
They say that dreams are made of that
Echoes of a lonely, lonely time
Sing to me
A recurring line
No quiet cries
Something that was
No quiet cries for us
But it was only love...wasn't it?
Only love...wasn't it?
It was only love...wasn't it
Only love
Sweet things that we live for
But it was only love