We meet and it begins
The sound of violins...

They always leave me hanging
Don't know the reason why...

Holding on to what's now lost
Taking the drug of love for a cost...

Eros, let my heart be!
This love is slowly killing me...

I dare not to speak of the object of my bliss
I dread the absence of your kiss...

What do I do now that you're gone?
Well...

Maybe I should've told you
All the words I wanted to say...