Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere.
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear.
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung.

You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight.
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave.

So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I’ll just sit and wait
And sing my song.
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud.

Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
It’s too hot to sleep, time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
I just don’t see why I should even care
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.

A single rose in your garden dwells
Like any rose it’s not itself
It is my love in your garden grows
but let’s pretend it’s just a rose

Well I’m sorry that I love you
It’s a phase I’m going through
There is nothing that I can do
and I’m sorry that I love you

Do not listen to my song
Don’t remember it, don’t sing along
Let’s pretend it’s a work of art
Let’s pretend it’s not my heart…

The rose will fade when summer’s gone
The song will fade and I’ll be gone
because my heart is dying too
and it’s all the same to you…

I’m a hopeless romantic.
You’re a terrible flirt.
Cool and unfazed, you’re always amazed
when someone gets hurt.

I live on the blue planet
that I saw in your eyes
but now I can’t stay
knowing it’s made
of beautiful lies.

But my sentimental melody
like a long-lost lullabye
will ring in your ears
down through the years
bringing a tear to your eye.
Goodbye.

Love can kill people, can’t it?
Well it still may kill me.
Each drop of rain
is a glass of champagne.
It’s sweet and it’s free.

When I drink I don’t panic.
When I drink I don’t die.
When I’m far gone
it’s all just a song
just beautiful lies.

But my sentimental melody
like a long-lost lullabye
will ring in your ears
down through the years
bringing a tear to your eye.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Paris again before I die
I want to kiss you there under the April sky
And walk along the river
The birds would sing
To those hazel eyes that say everything
Those hazel eyes that say everything

In and out we keep the time
Like the wind ringing in the chimes
And the sin ringing in her hair
We will know when we get there

Queen of Sunshine, Queen of sighs
Where the spell of sorrow dies
For the moon is in the eyes
Of the Queen of Sunshine

Every tear from the crocodile
Is kept underneath her smile
She’s seen tears that would fill the Nile
She’s seen sanity put on trial

Queen of Sunshine, Queen of sighs
Where the spell of sorrow dies
For the moon is in the eyes
Of the Queen of Sunshine

I look around this windy city
And it’s a pity to me
So many unhappy
Then I look at her
And she’s so pretty to me
So pretty to me
So very pretty to me

Joy is blowing through the park
Or on the road to Joan of Arc
The kitchen cocktail afternoons
Our time always ends too soon

Queen of Sunshine, Queen of sighs
Where the spell of sorrow dies
For the moon is in the eyes
Of the Queen of Sunshine

Paris again before I go
I want to kiss you there
In the Christmas snow
And walk along the river
Where I might sing
To those hazel eyes that say everything
Those hazel eyes that say everything

With an ivory pipe and a cummerbund
in the dead of night on the Autobahn
with the long ago on the radio
and the dreaming moon…

We were young and in love in a burning town
but the fire went out I’m alone again now
and I finally know how cool to be cold
with the dreaming moon.

I’ll begin again with another new name
and a whole new life full of fortune and fame
but in the 100th year I’ll be right back here
with the dreaming moon.

A lie that’s of no aim which follows secrets bleeding to you
Painted over beauty with tattoos of pink and blue
Parlor games in time will rob you of the energy which loves you
Do you see that soon I won’t be able to weep for you?

I will weep for you
I will preach the truth but it won’t be truth
I will reach for you
I will contact you with an outstretched will because

Some of them are astral city slickers, shrewd and untrustworthy
Leaving you asphyxiated, trapped in a world within
Subtle claws have scratched the lining,
leave you hanging on to your skin
Monitors of your monopolies, though soon they will come again

They will turn you in
They will turn you in and I know they will
They will come again
They were here before and they’re at the door again.

When I get tired it always happens
There comes a lonely man saying
Don’t walk away from those who wanna reach you
They will reach for you
They will reach for you
They will reach for you
They will reach for you