Tortured by old memories,
nothing left to say.
She slowly fades, away.
Do you think he just sits there,
with a blank, and ominous stare.
Back to the old days,
back to when, he had control.
If she could see,
what she's doing to me,
I would, believe, in Love.
He's reliving tense situations,
over and over in his head.
This gig is making him crazy.
If she could see,
what she's doing to me,
I would, believe, in Love.
Tortured by old memories,
nothing left to say,
she slowly fades, away.
If she could see,
what she's doing to me,
I would have more faith,
in the Lord above.
Do you believe?
Like I believe?
Do you believe, in Love?
Copyright TGG - 1998