When is the time, to do something about your agony. Without a dime, you can't moan about the way it should be. The passion is there, let it come out naturally.
Looking glass, time has passed for my lady. And though the years have gone, the years have done no wrong. And your beauty remains the same inside my looking glass.
We've been here before. Like a book I read in the hall that leads to your door. And my words hang in the air. Like the smoke when I spoke to you. . And I said before you come to bed.