now and then become entwined, playing games within my mind

soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, the songs that you and I don't sing

voulez-vous? Take it now or leave it

don't look too deep into his angeleyes

we've done it all before and now we're back to get some more you know what I mean

I hardly dare to think of what would happen, where I'd be if I fell under attack

'now we'd better hurry'

I only saw it as dreams you would weave until the final hour

do I see the signs I think I see? or is this just a fantasy?

now both of us are in a state of confusion, hesitation on our hearts

I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV there's not a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see

take a chance on me (that's all I ask of you, honey)

and now, look at me standing here again 'cause I found out that my life is here got to have you near

let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while

coming through a cloud you're looking at me from above and I'm a revelation spreading out before your eyes

disaster and disgrace - the king has lost his crown suddenly, he's clumsy as a clown

I feel I'm cracking up

I let the music speak

something unwanted has entered our existence I think it's better to view it from a distance

running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace

something unwanted has entered our existence I think it's better to view it from a distance

we're still striving for the sky

in this peaceful solitude, all the outside world subdued

sometimes, when I'm lonely, I sit and think about him and it hurts to remember all the good times when I thought I could never live without him

he called a number and a voice said 'Alice Whiting'

I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness, and I have to sit down for a while

neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

that's how I started the show

waving goodbye with an absentminded smile

I'm hearing images I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted

and they don't dare to come here anymore now

deep inside, both of us can feel the autumn chill

I let the music speak, leading me gently, urging me like a lover

sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small wishing she had never left at all

slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it

and a million voices blend into a single voice, and you can hear it in the clamour of the crowded streets

so strange, yet we're so well acquainted

they must know by now I'm in here, trembling

so the present runs into the past

and now they've come to take me, come to break me

voices growing louder, irritation building, and i'm close to fainting

the winner takes it all, the loser standing small

I'm really glad you came you know the rules, you know the game master of the scene

and you feel a strange attraction; the air is vibrant and electrified

she pats his head and says 'that's all very fine.'

I let the music speak, with no restraints

and one day you'll find out he wears a disguise don't look too deep into those angeleyes oh, no, no, no, no, no

I'm hearing images I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted

we talked and talked in quiet voices, smiling

the voice was husky and it sounded quite exciting