The wheels of fortune

Have snapped your fragile thread

One night of passion

Upset your cultured head

But it's okay it's just the fashion



You walk the high roads

Look down upon yourself

Your eyes concealing

Your heart cries out for help

But it's okay it's just a feeling



Someone

Somewhere

Is taking note how you care

Hold on



Your cold tradition

Surrounds you like a wall

Ttoo much to carry

Celestial paramour

You run down persecution alley



Your expectations

The best you ever had

The thought of giving

Is that so really bad

That's just the way it's part of living