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
Twilight would rule the day.
If there was such a thing as the orient
It's mystery 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 at 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 you, I'd tiptoe out and, gently, close the door.
When fingers become flesh and the feelings 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?
