The song cries out
Somewhere inside my head a song remains
And tells me with each lonely night
She's gone
I've learned to get by
Not looking for the reason why
And yet I could have been much more a man
To you
Whenever I seem lost and bare like this
The music of my soul makes you still exist
How could you not be what I dream?
Why must I, why must I cling to you?
How could you not be what I dream?
Why must I, why must I cling to you?
The song cries out
Somewhere inside my head song remains
I know your love has died
But mine still lives with you.