He takes you by the hand as he leads you to his car
Standing in the shadows as he smokes a fine cigar
He laughs and then you notice on his cheek a faded scar
Like teardrops that are shed but never fall
Waiting in your tower for some saviour passing by
To touch you with forgiveness for your sins
Riding on a stallion to his castle in the sky
Dancing to the distant violins
Don’t run, don’t hide – this is what your love has left behind
Don’t laugh, don’t cry – all that you believed in was a lie