So this is how it is, I guess
I say through tightened throat
And clouding eyes
I thought that I had done what's best
But never know
Till it's too late
Were that passion were enough
To move you through the world to me
How foolish to think I could be
A thing that you could yet still love
One last look
One last embrace
I stumble to the door, disgraced
And to a familiar empty place
With every path I never take
One last look
The closing door
Why should I have ever wanted more
Why can't I cauterise desire
Why can't I stop the widening gyre
Why can't I sleep without the pain
Well, that I know
The shame
The shame