A subtle, daring gesture...
It's not true, it's not true,
How could he possibly choose you-
Over me, they say, trying to pull the light away,
These things could never be,
This man is full of more love,
Than you could ever see!
The past came running from the start,
Trying to break what is my heart...
He grasps my hand and whispers to me...
What other than paradise
Could this possibly be?
No, no, I will not give in,
I will not believe in lies built from sin...
Sin of the heart and
Of the mind,
Sin of the body that's not so kind.