Miracle of miracles

Look what the night dragged in -

It's a pocket full of misery

And trouble on the wind

You spoiled the best years

Of your life

You took them all in vain

Now you think that you're forgiven

But you can't be born again

And you say

Why?

You say why?

You say why?

Don't ask me why -

I don't love you anymore

I don't think I ever did

And if you ever had

Any kind of love for me

You kept it all so well hid...

Promises sweet promises

You kept them from your mind

Like all the lost forgotten things

You never seemed to find

Like all the disappointments

You displayed upon your shelf

Now you've got no-one to turn to

You've got no-one but yourself

And you say

Why