If I could only sing with love's true voice
I'd move the stars to tears,
They'd find they could not stay away -
Twillight would rule the day.

If there was such a thing as the orient,
It's mistery could not be too deep,
And then I'd have the chance
To sing of true romance.

... And would you think about yourself
Or think of me, again?
You should know that I'm the kind
To weep away in a soft sad song.
Would you think about yourself
Or think of me, again?

If there was any other place to hide
There'd be no point to go, you know,
I've learnt because I've tried
And you won't be denied.

You must have found it hard to find me bleeding on your
floor.
If I were I'd tiptoe out and gently close the door.
When fingers become flesh, and the feeling are for now,
Be no letters in the mailbox, but a symphony in your
mouth...

If you had only one song left to sing,
Please, tell me what it would be,
And would the melody be sweet?
Would the lovers meet to die, or die to meet?